Stars Shined Down

To a heart torn, for it i write this foolish toil of hand and mind, a part of sorrow and of spite, another still for words so kind from a soul screams a distant voice, simple lies and chaotic sounds, of words half-meant, of painful noise, seething prometheus unbound with a mind in its proper…

In laughter, this most despairing sky, need. In sorrow, from hereon torment and grief, silence. In life, trickling as it may be, rest. In death, poured forth from the heavens, bliss. In rebirth, spurned this songster’s words, strength.

I hear his voice raspy baritone, rough to hear soothing to touch to taste, to feel. I watch as he walks by each step light in conviction his manner the same each hurried, each coarse. I yearn as it were the days even before now awaiting his entry still unheard, still hidden. Passion desperation each…