Poem – “Cold and Starless” – Romance – 9/10/2020

She stood there,
With cold, wet hair,
Like none other than another winter
Gone fiercely.
Through the moon’s many faces,
Blankness remains
To remind me
Of a few captured moments
Hovering beneath time,
Drifting between space.

She stands there
To sharpest melodies
Of her groans
In sheerest grief.
Just a daffodil
In a simmering summer’s night,
Though never received the warmth
Of an aching sun.

She was dried against
Her own petals,
Using tears for the mercy of what
Cannot lift her bent stem,
As she falls into her hands
She cannot, but break herself.
She cannot,
But resent herself.

I’d love to know,
As I’d love to wear
The scars that run so asymmetrical
To the counted breezes
Against my skin.

I’d love to show,
As I’d love to wear
Those stars upon the sunless nights,
Where was only but a pain,
Remembered too frequently.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s