Scalloped Heart Broken
The night creases into majestic cool beams of silver
By the moon’s own reflective powers of perception
She brings upon them a coat without a lining
And the evening brings with it a cold breeze along
The benches are frozen solid to the ground
No one trying to escape their grey silence inside
Beyond it the sky of darkness enfolding
Bringing with it the night’s relinquished peace
Storms caress the sky with lightning, bringing a show
Opening the heavens with a glow that holds no bounds
To the Earthly brevity that exists on the bottom layer
Where I try to make an existence, and love to love
Will she bring me a light, so that I may see the grey
The silver of the Earthly mass beneath me
So much iron towards that heavens beat me down
But nothing like the seat of tranquility that never soothes
The sea holds no secrets, it travels to the farthest reaches
And tells your stories like it was loose upon your lips
And to quell your senses of any painful memories
She must first relinquish her hearts first desire
The grey mist of yesterday, the fists of the sky, brought
Down to the pockets of doom, where no light creeps in
But the lanterns of her soul, which is kept deeper than
Any foreseen quell to the darkness of the mind, the bleak
Empty feel of dismay, grey, and seeping in the ocean
Where dead is the frost of yesterday, born into today
Where tomorrow festers like a hair upon a frozen hand
Leaving nothing but a dark mass, a scalloped heart broken
Russell Sivey
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