in the awakening
the light bleeds into the emptiness
swept under by the tides
of the sun drowned moon
I stare into the incessant
the lonely howl of my bones
and peel back the turmoil of my bed
nocturne of ghosts and whispers
desire reveals a cracked mask
lust, greed - pain
I pause on the temporal edge
as echoes flash from the mute storm
I rise,
and push away the taunts of demons
and brush back the gossamer tears of angels
my palms aching for the healing rain
fingertips trace a reflection
upon the streaked glass
as I watch a sunbeam
fight its way through the grey
and I think of you , my love
I think of you
copyright 2013 Robin Amaral