One Day

iron bells have abandoned their music

the soft drum of the sun is now waning

another day written, another ember salvaged

the edifice of the sky has slowly fractured

star-showers quicken like footsteps of thieves

laden with the plunder of evening tombs

this world left for us was made of damaged walls

old vines bore the fruits of what we took for love

downward cries skewering the curtains of murk

like dark knives lancing the chalky shells of oysters

before slipping behind the crystalline gills of flying fish

tearing into our bottled souls with their imperiled rhythm

a click clack of dust-covered feet on old floorboards

just tell me the dying flowers will return by morning

tell me when the deserts will fill with vibrant trees

when the kings will topple along with their iron walls

tell me we'll sever the ropes when we reach the other side

that I won't need the medicine when dawn arrives

just one more blink before it ceaselessly breaks us

untold peace eroding the heart's boarded chambers