The horizon was a-boil with the pink rising sun:
A bed of gold satin in Helios' wake.
Enjoy the alba, child,
As it portends of things to come,
Things that end,
Things like love.
Remember the world that dazzled?
The world that sung?
But all he could do was say goodbye,
"Shouldn't you?" he cried
Head in hand,
Soul in pieces
Melting like clouds on gorgeous mornings.
Darling, pull the shades down
I'm not ready for the truth -
It's a brightly-blinding, harsh beauty
No, I want to stay with you.
She told him he was worth it,
She liked to tell him things she knew
Boy, you're caked in dirt and lies,
I see it in your hesitation
Haven't you been listening?
The edges of my dreams are burning,
Fringing black in full esteem;
They can't take this heat and pressure,
This burst of light,
And they clung to one another
It was all they dared to do.
He told her he was sorry,
He liked to tell her things he knew.
"Why are you lingering with nightmares?
Coal chalk claws holding your song -
You never looked right draped in shadows,
Though the stars shine in your eyes,
And the moon rests in your heart
No, your light is silken silver,
But it's dimming in this dark."
So he pushed her through the window
Then shattered with the glass,
The last gift that he could give her
Before turning to ash.
Yes, she's a brightly-blinding, harsh beauty
Block your eyes and kiss the sky,
Radiate imploding bliss
To your lips,
To your lungs...
She just might live through all of it.
~ K. Bratager