The sky is clear
but the stars don't shine.
The moon, a thin sliver
like a teardrop flling from her eyes.
Clear, yes, clear is the midnight sky
but fogged, too, with sadness.
The twinkling stars are gone
from her beautiful eyes
now bland, dead, empty.
Nothing, the pulse
of her heart in those eyes
Nothing, they whisper
to my heart in a sorrowful, monotone cry.
Crestfallen, the countenance
of those blue-gray eyes
Fallen, are the stars
from the black, black sky. |
Submission Name: Black Sky
