the gods of dawn

she still dances to
old tunes...

and i see romantic
ghosts
dancing with her...

then...
she smiles like
a candle in my
cave.

(gone in half a
whisper.)

+

I've always been a
midnight listener...

keeping odd hours..
waiting on something
I've always felt...

was right around the
corner.

but the light has
not delivered.

(and I feel my love
now scorns her.)

++

did my words cut
so deep..

that you are so far
gone...

and out of reach?

Beyond the Brilliant
Gods of Dawn!!!!

Whom once I thought
may lend, or teach...

a way to just move
on.

(from the dark that
in me creeps.)


fuck it. nevermind.

i quit