These winter nights with diamond scattered skies
Taste of grape juice and isolation,
Bones that itch and gently lie on the mist,
A sad child’s painting of churchyards and misery.
Irony sweeps in the changes
And all that I wanted is not what it seems,
Dreams become gloom and my breath rises high,
Why can’t I share this night sky with someone?
The streets lie empty and filled with suspense,
Why are you blackness when jewels sit abundant?
Wherever you are
Sweet storm in a teacup,
This tear is for you,
Reflecting one chosen star
As it rolls all pathetic
Under something so grand,
We were never the night sky,
But I’m here as you yawn,
We were never forever,
Like the mist before dawn.