I take my hands to mirror the sky, and warmly...
(c) Novalyn Grace RRL...

Some secrets should never be told,
There's one lesson already learned...

To dissect the truth behind a wholesome tongue,
Is to prolong an epiphany --- savory and strong...

Pure sorrow looming as a brawny cloud,
Beneath skin crawling hints of resignation...

Three eyes meet in the midst of many;
One never sleeping, yet always blinking...

The morning tastes stale in my mouth as I inhale,
Slowly opening my weary eyes to the new world...

Naked trees stand tall in winter, long with...
Collecting moments on their jagged arm decks...

Time erodes on our maple bookshelves,
Neglected of intimacy with you gone...

Moving alone in the pastel darkness, they shake,
Reveling in their fortune, breath becoming weak...

Night swallows me whole, down its long, sequined...
Nearly extinguishing all other light but that...

Days rise and billow over our heads, blanketing us...
Sunrise reflects our redemption across these waves...

With one resplendent orb, these secrets impart,
A tear falls forever in a shattered heart...