April MourningI live, I wake, I start my dayWander through the April morningSunlight glowing withinLike brilliant glass, or Some haunting specter.Since the day I was born I've been dyingI guess the world just rubs me that wayAnd every day a little more color fadesRainbows slaughing off in the rainThe garden is never silentYet no one walks with meAnd rain falls from the pristine skyA weeping April's mourning.
RainWe are not so different.We both have mothers and fathersFriends and loversWe used to walk to school togetherWhen you would tell me everythingAnd I would never talk.I'm talking now.The words are spilling overFrom the boxes I have stuck them inEach bottle, crate and barrelBursting with the pressure.You don't talk to me anymore.You are angry, distraught.I weep at the lossAnd my tears fall silentlyBreaking straight sunbeamsInto every color of the rainbow.
AlleanaA simple thing, really.Confirmation of what I knewa beautiful ghostform unimportantsoft-skinned, long-fingered handscradle my worldas the fires in ghostly eyesburn me down hold me fastwatch me riseon wings of that which burned mespirit made new, made strongI feel like I was drowningin a lake of shattered glassDark blue mysteriesSwallow me whole, push me under,Wrap me in ice, close my eyes to the storm.I saw you in shadowsYour eyes were an illusionand I thought that I looked deepInto tiny suns.A golden miracle, shining clicheLift me up and onward, bear me to the shore,take my hand, show me the way.