Black Ash

2015-01-30 01:25

We once dreamed of our love sustaining
the weight of our hanging heads
though burdened by the chandeliers of shame
that framed all the memories we couldn't escape

Tracing the lighting around
all the shadows of our beginnings
with charcoal pens made out of bones,
never to soak radiance up like sponges

Instead being overcome with despair
when I saw the charred skeletons
of our dimly lit wishes crumble into
black ash falling like snow over my shoulders

Even in the endless depths of emptiness
am I driven into tunnels of cliche light
whenever I dared to dream of forgetting
the haunting pain of my life before you,

because you showed me that all nights
are being conquered by the beauty of dawn
when the blind call out in longing
for a life worth living

and that it's never too late for me
to be blessed with a foster home
even though I've always been a bastard child
that was abandoned by the holy father

because in every moment lost to denying
the brightness of the future you promised me,

I loathed to leave the prison of my broken mirrors
until after an eternity of serving my time in grief,

and despite the futility of my misguidance
drowning the music of your relief,

I could still smell your love lingering
in the dusty fabric of my penance

But to me, to love is to accept
a fate of slowly dying

---------------------------------------------------
we found love
snowing black ash
over my shoulder
served my time
soaked up like a sponge

the smell of you still lingers
love will sustain
memories I cant escape
trace the lighting
my life before you
foster home