Moon (S)wept

July 17, 08
The sun maned by dark receding clouds,
Surrendering a last dismal pulse of sky,

Thunder-
Following the footsteps of man travelers,
God's dismay looking down at their woes,
By the bleak clouds that outline the eye.
Burning into sockets the searing of Life.

And accident of shattered elegant vases,
Explode begging to implode to be again,

Falling-
Rain creates shapes into the crystal,
When touched sounds the weeping boy,
Tied up face down dragged to his demise,
Guardian demons savoured his dried blood.

Because his eyes cried harder near them,
Because he dirtied his pants in fear too,

Accident-
He was just a life lost in the hurricane,
His blood trail longer than any joy,
The colours of ice which made his soul,
Melt like his grip against a carved cross.