Weather
A light breaks upon
A picture, long forgotten
Deep within a room
So, too the memory
Of the one lying inside
This glass covered tomb
The smile that shines
Through those lips
Is for anything but this
Please, not again
Left behind the shadows
Fallen, just before the kiss
Love to the one you call mother
The rest to the one you call father
Never spared one for the other
Won't you come down just a little farther?
Mannequin resemblance reflecting
From this floor of tile
Seems to capture well the feeling
Seeping from a shallow existence
The dimming of light reveals
Plainly the one left, still dancing
Leaning from right to left, steals
The floor, gliding through, aloof
Love to the one you call mother
The rest to the one you call father
Never spared one for the other
Won't you come down just a little farther?
Serving well having perished from apathy
Never to be forgotten again
Left in a world
Where rendered speechless
Is abortion of thought
Absolution of spirit
Intertwines ignorance and dependency
With the idea of change
Left in a world
Where the cries in your head
Are deafened only by the pounding in your chest
Blanketed with the ashes of your heart
Grief subtly heaped upon grief
Love to the one you called mother
The rest to the one you called father
Longing for one if not the other
Not quite yet, just a little farther
Serving well, to free them from their prison cell
Creases and cracks make them seem just a little more real
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