Leaves

Wringing in constellations dripping through the night

Warning not to dash the trail of glitter in the dark

Twirls of radiant light of unexpected fate

Painted diamonds of memories in dusk that the moon didn’t see

 But ‘twas gone like a bleeding poetry.

Decided to move through the sky

Scraped out the pieces of me

Traveled the towns of hope from pitch-black door

As leaves grown from the bareness of trees

Swept dead angels, healing lesions in time

Waves overgrown the serene sea

Mesmerizing cloud formation where forgiveness’ strength of the tides

Fled the shadows who died in vain

Haunted and made me feel black and blue

Barely breathed, hidden every span of time.