Sat beneath the dark skies I stare
deep inside her heart. She whispers
she will listen, for the sky is really
not so far. I do not make a sound
but listen for the owl, often all I hear
is the past as she growls.
I’ve placed a wish on every star, they’ve
soothed my breaking heart.
I’ve whispered violent silent secrets
on the tail of a dying star.
I’ve seen the soulless echo of darkness
in the night, watched as all the angels
gathered up and took flight. I’ve seen the
devil walking with flames about his feet,
I’ve heard the empty pounding of his
curdled heart beat. I sit beneath the skies
stare deep inside her heart,
and realize for a moment, the emptiness
ain’t so dark.
Karen Hayward ©2016
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