It is
Silent
Delicious
Liquid splendor
Darkness ebb and flow
When she woke up today
She saw threads of sunshine
Slithering through bare-branches
Swore the sun was winking at her
But she knew it carried no promise
At least not for her
She was forgotten
And broken
The sun never gave her warmth
Instead it carried
Icy sly pry and whispers
Blamed it for her inner scars
The hating eyes
Carried sharp blades
Cutting right through her soul
And
Rendered her dull and useless
Nighttime called her dreams.
They were more alive
More vivid…
It colored the dawn
Loved soaking in the ocean
It softened her skin
Her heart felt
Soothed
Cooled
She waited impatiently
Darkness to settle in
Noises to dwindle
To draw her in
And out
She never had to feel small,
Nighttime was gentle
Calming
Teasing
Loving
Aston kamunde 