although was light,
i sat in my room, listening
as faith fluttered at my feet.
His eyes opened.
tattered curtains captured the sunlight;
the floor boards creaked with dark tones.
then He came to me, the sad-eyed man
with hands as cold as the night
and eyes as dark as the moon’s shadow.
He brought with Him ice.
i sat on the bed,
darkness ran about the room;
ice scattered about the floor.
“Can you hear me yet?” He asked.
i was silent, once more.
He sang loudly with
a sweet sound and a twisted face.
“Oh, I’ll be back.”
and then it came, maddening like volcanoes
of hot lava at night,
and gone. i held my heart with
He left behind, there on
the side of that abyss.
light slept like a ball of flames
in my heart.