Lover Named Night

She stumbles over wish-less objections, frozen times, out of rotation silent quotations of words never said. Rightful wrongdoings/cotton candy-flavored lies hide beneath black hazed shadows. Still stanzas whisper secret hopes/misgivings/dreams/realities bleed crescent scars of crimson tears like stars dripping from eternity. Tired of sneaking with a lover named Night, she wants to relish in the day. cause stars can only comfort so much. Wrapped in obsidian rainbows, longing for rays of better days, shadows keep her hostage with promises of peace. Amethyst dreams of warmth break through fog filled cries of insolated Isolation. Youthful yellowed-out praises slip past lips as acknowledgement for orange sols The moon envies the sun Evermore's and forevers whisked in arms of green colored awakenings. But as blind eyes & deaf ears become her audience, she figures brown ink monotone monologues are better than screeched "notice me"s. So she takes breath, inhaling cast away promises like lifelines. Ex- Hailing the hope inside - she hides from- herself. Breathing. Spitting out copy and pasted on cliched hoping To be meaningful, following gilded guidelines. Becomes ornate ornaments, adorning dark blue backdrops a reflection of the light she lost. I wonder if she'll realize there's worship? That her (inner) beauty shines so bright she'd blind with her own light, So it's hidden just out of reach. Her silence inspires tides to whirl in windsongs, Call her moonchild Dancing in the shallows of a river Lovely moonchild Dreaming in the shadow of the willow.