The night is cool as I wrap myself with the darkness, I hear a gentle breeze pass through distant chimes and the sadness of their melody is all that can be heard.
Their beautiful sound collide and burn with my thoughts, its smoke causing this moment to become blurred.
The breeze becomes my sister and I look to the sky at the very moment a shooting star pierces the night and descends into dust.
Within its dying glow, falls another connection that failed to recognize my soul and has taught me that life’s most difficult task is to just be honest.
The breeze whispers warnings, begging for the awakening of my mind’s suspicion.
I pause for a second to listen. Their urgency tempting my hope to weaken.
In a last minute attempt at denial, my eyes tightly close hoping to revive the hallucination of honesty.
But a bitter laugh escapes me and echoes into the night at the thought that I could chase the truth away.
And I surrender
Quietly.
Hours tick tock disguised as seconds and yet another star descends into dust and I mourn its death of truth left unsaid.
I introduce myself to loss of trust, friendship to pain, old tears and tears too old to continue to shed.
Resentment grips my tongue as I speak harshly to myself, my truest friend, leaving me confused.
Once again, an intruder has left dirty fingerprints upon my essence as my mind and my heart they so easily misused.
One last time I raise my eyes to the night’s sky only to see its darkness swallow the moon.
Exhausted, I lay my face gently against this breeze praying that sunlight finds me soon.
Because
You see, my spirit cannot survive within complications such as half truths and tangled intentions that shade my vibrant color with dangerous shades of grey.
My hope, my stars, are plentiful, a universe affording the few that fade to dust & as that one burns through the night, another, to me, finds its way.
