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The smooth glassy spheres of hers, In which daylight used to reside, Have ruptured and cracked, Leaking the azure colors of the sky Unto these pale hands of mine— Emptying out her watery eyes, For night to come and abide.
The screams tear through her body Like a million shards of glass; Her lungs are filled with misery And her heart brimming with despair. I place her face into my hands And a starless night looks back at mine. Her pink lips quiver desperately; And her sobs pierce my ears— For the nightsky now Has started to leak.
Words dare not slip off my tongue, For she already knows of all that lies Beneath this misama of wordless noise. Thus, I merely sit beside her And listen to her soul's eternal plea. Grief hovers in her chaotic mumbles, And agony lingers in her tears— For the nightsky hasnot yet ceasedtoleak.
She looks at me in sheer despair As fervid sorrow burns through her, And my heart wishes and pleads For the nightsky to no longer leak These star-deprived tears of hers That taint her heart in hues of night, And flood this depleted soul of mine.
Alas, these hopless wishes of mine Have gone to vain— For the nightsky has come to dwell Behind the glassy sheen of her eyes, Leaking into her heart And unto these hands of mine Star-deprived tears of you and I.
