A day of days
Stained sweet like roses
Closed tightly in her hand
That hand which,
Oh do I need a rubber band,
Felt bent on destroying
Her porcelin soft skin
That hand which
Created a need for cold elastic
Snap
Back down and she felt pulled
Like a leash
Hooked to a rock that'll never move
So that when she pulls away
Like at the height of mid-swing
You see the ground below your feet
In front of your eyes
Seeing all those powder pink trenches
So delicate, but something about
That particular shade of pink
Makes them so frighteningly real
That you can't see past this one day
Snap
She feels the weight of a thousand years
Shrugged heavy on her shoulders
Thrust gently in a sigh that fogged the car window
Before my ears, distracted by January,
Regarded the shimmering beauty
Heard another snap
And I feel those scars every time
I hear her laugh
Knowing it's not easy and light as it sounds
But if you heard
Warm melodic brilliance
Chiming in the wind
You'd swear it wasn't true, that
Wanting only what she can pull out
She saw past that tarnish of silver bells
To her shining eyes, like stars
Oh, if you saw her now,
If your eyes could see what mine see now,
Her hurt as deep as despair
Buried close to her beating heart
Which by beating, keeps alive
Such a valiant wreckage of emotions
That she was too small to bethink
In time to wish them carelessly
Off her shoulders
Snap
I'm starting to feel that sound
In every blank space along the jagged line
That I tried to walk in drunken clockwatching
Only to fall back, head first on the grass
When I heard that snap
Of colliding closed fist against open arms
Of a lovely angel in a white gown
That shamed the silky dream quiet
Of every cloud I'll live to see
Like the ones I stopped to reach for
On that Thursday when I saw her
Open-armed, ready to catch a falling star
Or maybe she was waiting
For someone to see her
And bring her back to the picture of Heaven
She painted into her skin
So she wouldn't forget the sky blue
Of every mirror image
She laid on the glass surface
Of my eyes.
