start of an idea

just the start of an idea for a story.

It is a lonely night

 

The sky is crying,

the glassy diamonds falling

Cutting through the air of the night

Hiding the silver light so that often falls from heavens eye

 

I listen to the diamond dance,

The thunderous rhythm giving a song for

Heavens tears that dance

 

Memories play on the silver screen

Eyes wide shut

wishing the touch of your break was more than a dream

 

In the heat of night taking over a dying day

Where I am blinded by love

And a dream that won’t go away 

Author's Note

just making this now...