Lay yourself down upon sheets of satin
Black for sorrow
Blue for loneliness
The colors of my bruises
Roll through a meadow of thought
Deep within your Artesian wells
Lays a manic fountain of passion
Gushing behind your eyes
The damn bursts and long waves
Of flowing salty ocean run down your cheeks
Hands cupped, legs kneeling
Gazing steadily at the heavenly bodies
Grace in your grief
Alone you sit in a rubix of madness
Barred in by the checkered walls
So constant, containing your scattered pain
Far away from the sun
Reaching for an luminous beam
To break up your waves and remind you
Your wounds will clot and heal