Broken

Into the arms of a September skye
of rusting moons and dripping stars
I lay my heart
into the palms of time
beneath this rain
long enough to bleed a poem for you.

The light has opened with it's broken skye
as the drops fall down to drown my soul
nothing is certain , as I remember
the little girl who sat by the window
with dreams in her childlike hands
watching the chalk drawings
on cracked pavement
washing away.

I wish to bring her back sometimes
just so I can remember
for it's been so long since
I've dreamed like a child

But the days are gone from there
and these dreams I hold
become my solitude , and my longing
to a place where I am held by only four walls
that tonight , bare such silence.

I hold the candle still
a flicker that burns , even now
and in my crowded room of darkness
I am nothing but this heart
bleeding of poetry
from my gentle hand of flesh and bone-

Reaching still , across this broken skye

Should my tears merge into this universe
may it bloom a rose , or root a tree
into the visions of every
dream ever held upon a heart
but tonight ,

I mask my pain within
the confines of my heart
I am nothing still ,
but this soul that
writes of poetry
and these eyes that wish to dream

I beg the dawn to take the silence
as I drowned within the rain
just long enough-
to bleed a word for you.