Being

Thursday, November 20, 2008

A wandering being,
Lost without its eyes.
A pitiful being,
Robbed of its bones.
A haunted being,
Calling out in the night.
A pale being,
With its expressionless cheeks.

Its mirror shows nothing
But a demon.
Its hands show nothing
But empty wages.
Its call says nothing
But the sound of sleep.

What is it
When the angels have all faded?
When demons lurk in the night?
And all colors fade to grey,
And all the stars obscure the sun?