Last Call From Somewhere Beautiful

 

For darkness restores what light cannot repair.

Joseph Brodsky

Pretending to enjoy the rain while drowning

chained to the whisper of an  echo 

my maps are ghosts

my maps are burning

Traveled on the back of every mistake

heart is dry but still dreaming

knots underneath the skin

are getting tighter

Time is hunger

a puzzle of nightmares

sleepwalking on a frozen ocean 

a world in black and red

Fingers of moonlight

make  white pages bloom

these scars a world unfolding

this night a thousand summers young

Chaos bursts in dandelion seeds

hazy blue and gold

Sometimes a dying spark

can be a newborn star

this moment has waited a whole life for you

you have all my words

you are the poem I have always wanted to tell

but I didn't  know how to write until I met you