Salvation of the Stars

Intense glare drawn

For things you’ll never know

The moon, magnetic

Dripping from my hair

Leaving lingering dewdrops

Red as brandy wine

Biting deep like licorice

A morbid blend of color

That bleeds into the soul

The salvation of the stars

Grows cactus sharp

Chiming in beat

Randomly with the windchimes

Hanging from Baccara roses

Never to know the story

That the weeping willow told

They fell from the sky

Hung like vines

Thorns massaging eyelids

Scarlet tears danced

Straight into violet waters

Saturated in rose blossoms

Gentle as the colors

That whisper in a paua shell.

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