Telegram From Eris
When The Silence Speaks a Little Too Loud
You gaze upon your blackened Moon
Wishing upon fading stars
~~~
He burnt down timeless bridges
For their times were done and through
Daily he'd reach out to obsolete frames of a body
One that used to be there, almost always
Could his echoes resonate into the lands beyond her
Echoes of cries of losers and wishers
Once, he could boast of all the Magic of Life
Now each Sunrise is a caption of a memory fading
He lit a fire, and played 'round it for its jolly
He ended up with a blackened heart and a charred dream
T'was as of Coldplay's loss of something you couldn't replace
Love gone to waste
"Come back to stand tall - to stand straight
Boast of the heroics of your letting go - and its redemption
But in the face of the mirror and in solitude
Pull off the mask and sink back into your sands of regrets"
"Stars came out again each night
And it was easy to pick out any
But it was only until He found a favorite
That one cloudy evening made a difference too many"
The Sun stayed on for too long
Now The Night is not coming anymore
The Night is gone
~~~
Chibéle
Copyright © Michael Appau | Year Posted 2018
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