Paper Rain

Staring from her luminous cloak 
her eyes huge and round spilled

sublime tears soaking my skin
in sadness that bore through to

ivory bones breaking with the
weight from all the wistful dreams of 

yearning for a thousand what-if’s
maybe’s, and could I have been

yours and only your one truth in
an ocean of lies that licks the earth

with venomous tongue and coils as
a black serpent around the heart

clenching and squeezing each breath
from the fragility of the bloody petals

each embracing one another to form 
the pretty pink roses that wreak of

the perfume that still lingers in the 
corridors of my mind that stains

each thought of your smile and so
the paper rain falls from the sky in

shards from her eyes, poor moon
she knows no other way to shine.