nights come too long.

bring out your heartache, your loss, your weeping

of the day.

[join the empty]

sing it to the deep black.

wrap yourself in midnight’s blanket

and breathe in the stars.

flee

and morning breaks.

cracks her golden crown on the jagged horizon.

crimson rushes forth

spills into every home,

lane, forgotten meadow.

pulling memories from

the very dust.