Orphan Sky

A place where all the forgotten children go.

Trace her in the window pane.

See stars fall from her eyes.

Why does she wait?

The glass child.

Alone

in shadow giants.

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He marries the night

with sap on his wings.

He smears roses on her cheeks.

He tells a story. Caresses the pages.

Steals echoes from her mind.

*

Remember her?

Her paper hair?

Silver faces like scattered words―

 parchment forgotten in the wind.

 She’s the family wilted  

above drawers of  knibs.

A washed out portrait

in a sea of Monet

 framed in old church bells.

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 A place where flowers stretch

too tall. Lonely.

Stone gardens crumble.

He’ll watch you wave

your rusted hands

as she becomes

the orphan sky.

 

 

Author's Note

Let me know what you think. I'm always open to suggestions.