Remedy

A lonely walk through frozen flowers
to a sea, tinged with the stress of red.
The sky cracks to a higher power
and the dry clouds cry their silhouettes.
Yet still, though I'm only dreaming,
I wake to find that there's nothing left.
Their faces fall to their faulty meanings:
here lie times I just pray to forget.

When the devil speaks you must fall away
to his every whim when he comes to trade.
Heavy robes made of silk brocade
laced with sinners' tears by the rusty gates.
Buy from him that which broken hearts made;
their beats skip bare as they stitch away.
He's satisfied that within their worth,
lie children's lives left to chance and stain.

Beloved Brave: have a star full of diamonds;
some for each mind that you'd like to keep.
Close your eyes, feel the lift of their wonder,
then beg for more when they're no longer free.
Oh what to do when a heart is broken
and the shards don't match what they used to be?
The glue I used...I had left wide open:
It's dried. No cure, nor remedy.

Just tears to wet what could have been.