Rake in, take in tearstains, broken glass, herein where a fatal word can blanket the tale, before life is ever heard. Lost hope, forlorn inside the tragedy where smiles are doused in apathy. Walk, love, on the shore, diseased as you are. I will question what did come washed up, tangled in the weeds, broken of speech, gracious in needs. Was it the moon's child? the remaining spark of light - before we departed, towards the night? Kiss your scars, nestled in stars. Awaken hope, as would be morning. Listen, within caves, within eyes that do not lose you. Lock those winds that soothe - with the promising words. Lock what could not escape from your beautiful soul, in its wake. I will stand when the sun lands - to keep you held in another's arms. I was never, never the one to speak of what could be one.