Didn’t
you ever
Hear
the Saints of Night
The
way they lingered and whispered
And
took away all our fright.
That
one brusque evening
You
looked into eyes
Stars
spelled wisdom
And
burned away sins
All
the skies.
Akin
to my demons
My
fears spelled the plight
Of
virtue and forgiveness
How
did you make it all right?
Drunk
in a café
Under
the beach house
At
night.
You
smiled like it could
Last
and that is why I sighed
With
hope that this moment
Could
freeze but you turn
To
tell me: it’s over,
The
hard part has begun.
We
danced on shattered glass
As
our feet bled to bone
But
happy, oh, I was
I
didn’t have to be alone.
The
moonlight shone brightly
And
razed all my homes
Of
free falls and train wrecks
The
silence choked me more.
It
stung, the common sight
Of
being apart and far off
The
shore.
I
swore I could plunge in
Deep
and let go.
It
purged me of essentials
To
let my memories
Out
the door.
But
conviction that held me
Urged
me to get off
The
floor.
The
friend that I needed
Was
killed in a war
Of
preposterous vulnerability
That
I couldn’t evade
Even
now.
I
searched and I failed
Till
one night I saw
I
didn’t need my friend
Or
an image for someone
To
draw.
I
slipped into a rabbit hole
That
I knew held the key
To
a place if I entered
I
would not flee.
There
you stood with shoulders
So
broad and so sure
If
I was in a crisis
You’d
do more than just cure.
Now
we’re back to the Café
The
beach house
At
night.
It’s
stormy and ravenous
Of
destruction tonight.
You’re
talking and slowly
Your
breath means more
Than
the humor that escapes
Your
perpetuating aura-
Let’s
elope.