A sadness
Divides you,
As you permeate
With eyes set upon the moon
As the sun before the settling
Of another drowned day.

Gift yourself
Each kind, loose hour
With remedies, you do not pass
From hands, that would rather lift
Attire, to show the scars
You keep from the blooming sun.

A face
That blocks more light
Than ever did the moon
When drenched in its own dearest,
Simple depression,
In the haze of despondent scenery.

The world shelters you,
Covers you,
Feeds you the lie that stows
Each remnant to a fading life,
Where reflections showed
More of yourself, never to divide.