you once said you were
your wings battered,
soaked with crimson tears,
salty aftertastes along with the coldness;
the open windows,
the darkness of light.
beneath the sunlight,
amongst the crowds of ignorant souls,
sole company of a candlelight and
a silent windchime.
you closed your weary eyes,
eyelids dried with velvet snowflakes,
lips pale as night.
shivering back against the once bright
light – cabochon rubies falling to the ground.
sunflowers in the dissenting fields.
AN: meh. written while listening to moonlight (chi ver) / exo