If you can see me

If you can see me

Roll your eyes

A whisper in my head

Itching like a violin bow

In an infant’s hand

Scraping across dry strings

Shadows jump

When the wind blows

Pulling at the sash

Of the window

Hush now baby

I hear the cry

It leaves me feeling holy

There is no substance

Only a feeling

Gothic black

A hungry wolf

With an empty stomach

Waiting for the blood

To fall out of a sky

Heavy with the symbols

Of sorrow

Somewhere in the fog

Of lost dreams

Between the fibres

Of broken sleep

Choked deathly gray

By tendrils of yesterday

And the dry root

Of an old memory

Where sightless night

Is moulded into a softer

Shade

There is the remnant

Of a smile

Unseen

It warms the air

Lightly tickles the hairs

On my neck

Turns my inside out

It is the completion

Of an unmade promise

The comfort

In a breathless kiss

It warms the blood

Easing the keening

Of a riven soul

In need of healing hands

A welcome cup

To melt hearts

With a gentle word

To aid the growth

Of understanding