My heart fell deeply
Into an abyssal drop
Kettle with an abysmal top
Boils over
With no one left to hold the warmness of all I am up
Hold my hands together, to pray and just for what
Cold inside my chest, I rub vigorously at a hollow cage
Warm inside my cheeks, a foreheads wrinkled rage
With age I have found peace, fire doused by the water of life
Waves come in and just release, the sun is never hot at night
And the knife, buried deep inside the sand becomes brittle glass
As if to return to the only earth it knows, twist and turn till at last
Nightmares in desert winds have nothing to howl against
From whence
Why? Hold in false pretense
The apple of my eye
Oasis in the dust
Fresh springs off the river run through rock
So pure and delicious
In the heat I had my wishes
But the steam is running out
And your skins’ complexion no longer shines
Like the stars at night, or the sun in the sky
Another star is born, to shine its light and die
© The Sad Owl