Empty Shadows #40

“But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.” ― Martin Luther King, Jr.

Empty Shadows Forty

Draft 1

By: Chase L. Currie

 

Open eyes to the Black Box

                The cloak over the door isn’t long enough to high dawn

But those falling over the windows keep the day at bay

                My eyes blink at the coffin light around the door

Dreaming of Aphrodite in the lazy yawn of the day

                She came to me last night dress in white

Kissing along the landscape of the dead things I am made of

                Petting the scars of hush heart breaks

Making the stars gossip

                And the moon a gasp at the sight of her goddess frame

Blink

                The dream gone, faded

Dust to dust

                The coffee pot begging smell

Wishing for me to stir from my bed

                I dare not move in the Black Box

Staring at the light peeking in behind the cloak

                Dreaming of strolling out to share tales with souls

Longing to meet those people trapped in my head

                Those stories deeply heavy in the pondering of our days

Brought by the pen in my hand

                Blink

I rolled over staring up at the infinite shadow on the ceiling

                This is not the life I wanted

Not how things are meant to be

                So, I whisper the only truth to the shadows of the Black Box

Hope.

Hope.

Hope.