Tears freeze like pearls
on your face
sparkle with reflections
of parallel worlds
we only catch glimpses of
in our sadness.
Blue flowers grow in the places
your tears fall
sprout from ground,
moist, dark, and alive
so unlike your pale feet,
laced with blue veins
that shimmer silver
with trapped moonlight.
The night war began
the sky caught on fire,
blue flames that could consume worlds,
and stars pierced with our bullets
plummeted;
tracing trails of silver lace into our black atmosphere
and the cries from Earth rose
and resounded in all the corners of the universe
in silent echoes that only emptiness could hear
and our deaths fell back into the Earth,
bodies with punctured lungs, fractured ribs,
and minds that forgot but still are
all into the fire at our center
The butterflies
like echoes of blue
in clear black sky
remember when
they used to shimmer?
Glitter
like the silver patchwork of stars
that used to fill the night?
Before the darkness
burned holes into their wings,
sent them falling,
like broken light
onto our world.
Where they became;
blue dust;
tangible echoes,
fading,
fading,
until nothing remains.
