Perfect Peace

held contempt was i before the rain, cascading downward into my reverie- i lathered in what used to be a dream, not knowing what i could have had- with you by my side you are an elision of a masterpiece, what used to be beaut, now coarse- what was once whole, now shattered; an omission of guilt flew away with the ravens of the night i stand alone inside a shadow- he comforts me when weary; i face dreary days without a reason to awake, and i am never granted permission to be who someone who was fake the crepuscular grey moon shines not- for the dusk has become what dawn always dreamed of- a crystalline PROMSIE of PERFECT PEACE i shall carry hope in my pocket, wear faith on my sleeve- believing that one day i too, can rise with the sunbeams and sleep with the stars... with you by my side August 16, 2018