To Heartache
You made those quiet tears fall from my eyes,
No one around me, sadness intervened,
As the burgundy sun clung to the eaves
Like ice.Through my heartache, I watched a burnt
Horizon paste darkness against the stars.
A shard of nightfall, a hunter moon, floated
Far past the clouds. I dreamt of death, my eyes
Yearned for light, in that odorless dream
I've always had. Why were you there? Who was
That with you? What words were exchanged? Why do
Tears flood my being suddenly,
when dreaming
Shortens the space between us? My tears flowed
With my heart's song, and my blanket lay sprawled
Beside me like a thirsty grey bat. Still,
Still, still, it flapped away through the crepuscule,
Toward that gold moon, diffusing into cauldrons.
Copyright © Brian Curry | Year Posted 2024
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