White Moon
The scarlet stars gleam,
Pieces of that red heart, once mine
Scattered mournfully across a black canvas
The desperate moon and my soul are one
Howling, growling – mere memories of you
The star of my sustenance, safe and secure
Sun. Clumping the precious ruby stars together
Holding them close with your gravity
Just when the cracks begin to seal, you turn away
The fragile rose begins to break apart again
The absence of light erases the moon
Acid tears, drill craters
Your comforting warmth,
Contorted into searing heat,
Burn me, as you phase.
Deserted, soulless and heartbroken
Scared stiff, shroud of black
One plunge will end it, take me to you
The icy water. Droplets of searing relief
You save me. The temperature of the water rises.
Slowly I emerge, a newborn, feeble
My fragile soul wriggles, in need of care
You hold me close; your icy fingers gently mend
You promise that you won't leave me again. Ever.
I begin to believe, as the pure, white moon rises again