Star Crushed Clay
Sashaying over star crushed clay
never staying in one place for long
largely unnoticed, their eyes never dancing
with the eyes of the chosen ones.
Another eclipse-stained day sprints by, void of warm exchanges
layers of being unravelling...rotting flower on the grate
where sunflowers have no yearn for graceful yellowing.
Age brings ever shrinking orbs of hope-bloom and light
never reaching the gild of dreams
unwritten songs drifting over silent seagull cays
where the charred and forgotten meet
the scythe of hopelessness and rot
cherished gemstones lay just beneath the star crushed clay.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2018
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