Collaboration, Part II (Piercing Green)

Piercing Green

Through broken window panes:
scattered glass and shattered dreams.

A vaguely seen sun sets,
ushering in a new night
and newer dreams.
A dance as old as time itself—
the moon rises...
and the sun falls.
Silver stars shine,
and the blue sky fades daily away.

The world refuses to cease
its trip around the sun;
and so time goes on.
Blithe refusal—a blatant rebellion—
her moon-bathed body lies helplessly:
blood-soaked and strangled,
olive eyes—glazed—but still looking onward,
watching, waiting,
...gone.

Hopelessly anticipating
the return of reason; the question of why...

...Am I forgotten?

A blanket of a million stars
hiding the night’s ugly secret;
silence…

A veiled shadow stands guard
over the soul of the broken—
black against black
the night cloaking fate:
a shadow, now sealed.

Tears swell: a memory recalled...
a touch of grace,
a glint of hope...
The last voice it heard:
“We don’t want you no more.”

A single drop falls…
the earth stained with sadness:
a misery invoked, pain surrendered unwillingly—
a life taken, not for granted, but gone forevermore,
one that will never again look upon the sun with blissful joy
or gaze longingly at the moon, wishing she had wings to fly.

Grief-stricken, sadness now abliss.
That single drop falls into the teary abyss.
In the darkness—misery intertwined with hope—
the light will come once more:
the day will dawn again for sure.

...But will night follow again?


July 11th, 2007
co-written with Auron