The Wind-Chime

Waiting has left me tired and restless.
My body aches from countless messes.
The moon glows gently through the curtains,
giving light to my open eyes
as I run from my thoughts.

Haunting my twirling mind, my visions
reveal my seathing scar tissue, bruised,
beaten, aged beyond the limits of time.
But lying next to me is Peace,
and I turn to scratch her back.

Seeing the death of a hundred hearts
slaughtered in the name of madness
leaves me cracked like glass again.
We want the fight to end tonight,
but want alone won't ever end it.

Feeling her breathe under my fingers
is like fresh dressing on my wounds.
I pray for rest, for quiet days
so we can walk together now,
but maybe that is worth a wait.

Dying scared me since I was young
but now my heart has been redone,
sealed up for the second time.
I know that love can take the hopeless
and give it like wind to the wind-chime.