Born on the dry insolence of sunlight and the oftenness of footsteps
Mistakes resume the echo of pain crunching under souls like feet
And our eyes heavy with the dew of morning faith
Salute love like death in poetry.
These countless links between us bare the cruelty of being
And hinge on the cold winds brushing over our ears with the breath of dusk and the
There are growing noises from afar
Streams of words better left unsaid
Men melt their shame with crackling grins
And women nail the treachery of their own flesh like an opaque riddle.
The hearts between us stir us like noise
And the glimmers between us light the arches
Guiding us through days trembling with fear, with loneliness and scorched souls
Through the darkness of night.
Yet, tonight, our lips are sealed, like wounded fish,
We only tremble at the pitfalls of unity all around us.
And forget the human aspect of falling.