Short poems from yesterday’s twitter prompts
Happiness, fleeting as the glimpse
of a butterfly’s flickering flight,
while sorrow lies heavy as the grey sand
of the ocean’s lightless depths.
You are gone,
and spring rain scrawls charcoal tears
among the cold ash of love’s fire.
You are gone
and yesterday’s songs
pour through the rent in the clouds,
salt in the wound,
a mockery, hollow and brash
as the cold light in the sky.
Dark night when the soul cannot sleep,
and laughter taunts from the shadows,
I long to pass through the veil
and follow you into the light.