Until Then

In every second she encaptures a voice

A sputtering worship of bleeding desires

Splayed out on the morning with a soundless vibrancy

Where does she fall with her breathless demeanor?

A bitter candy and a sweet tear

Tatter the foundation of a choking dawn

A whisper on the horizon of a dying afternoon

Swallows the splatters of the day’s dripping canvas

Covered eyes reach toward the sun

Curling nails bite vulnerable skin

To one it would not occur,

An unyielding hope which brings little opportunity

An unblinking prowess falling rapidly

Towards the sky

She hangs outstretched arms

To a blithering child

With tenderness she holds the worthless scum

Fear not

For fear there is not

Dying candle flame wishing for morning

The clouds are an anchor to a brighter thing coming

Look up

For there is a brighter thing coming

Little detritus flee from the rising

Your ending is soon from afar

Fear not, pointless waste

For a brighter thing comes