I want the world to worship the stars,
Beneath the bloody scars.
I want the world to eclipse its own sun,
Until new grief can become undone.
I want an eternity to speak of peace
Until life shows no need
To hurry itself, over cliffs
When it once stood atop mountains.
The flame of descending
Cannot rise, without the moon's pallor,
For grief is as weighty as the ocean.
All to stare upon
Is who we are,Where we live,
Where we die.
Can pain serve itself
Without some splinter to show a child's woe?
Without the bruise to mimic the builder
With his voluminous expression,
We are nothing that grows.
Need not be complex
For the story we hold, is the story we share
Never for the flames of grief to burn
All the trust we do dare
To give out.