Light Sliding

Light sliding down the

Folds of your hair

As night draws

Around you, throwing shape-

Cracks in pavements

Correspond on you

Open tears

Where you are peeping through

Cracks in pavements

Correspond in you

Open tears

Where you are peeping through

Shaken as day

When dark takes hold of it

A cage of fingers

Trying to hold a heart

So sad and weary;

If only for a moment

But nothing fixes you

Nothing has that power

So sad and weary;

If only for a moment

Nothing fixes you

Nothing has that power