Empty hands.

calm your stormy heart
and pull together the stitches
that held apart the dreams so painful
this glass-heart you hold in trembling hands
you can't dream because you have lost
calm dreams won't return to stormy hearts
and cease those dreamless nights

let the ashes of your heart
rise to meet the salty foams
that wash away your tearful sighs
and let your lips meet his ocean eyes
then kiss the crossroads on his brow
and tread along that dusty road
leave footprints on his
sullen heart

and let the waves
wash hers behind

1 comment:

Write your thoughts kindly, ... or at least as thoughtfully as you possibly could.