When She Waits

When She Waits
© Surazeus
2018 03 25

The door that opens at the whispered word
releases wings of sorrow to the night,
though where the wind goes down the nameless road
no blind fool could map with the broken hand.

Guitar strings vibrate with the evening light
but mirrors crack when flowers bloom from skulls,
so she writes random letters in the dust
to bury sorrow rooting through her heart.

Each page she turns with flashing new moon
reveals nothing from the blankness of hope
so silence wraps her eyes in frozen tears
that cannot crack to release the white snake.

The flower curling from ache of her heart
opens soft mouth to drink rain from nowhere
and weaves tendrils of bitter memories
through throbbing veins that bind mask to her face.

The crack in the window reveals moonlight
that seeps into blue of her open eyes
which dream how the globe spirals into void
like snowflakes seeking around wordless house.

Flowers blossom from the broken door
who breathes restless wind into hollow heart
and teaches her how to fly over fear
when she waits though he will never return.