When clouds mask the stars and moon descends before the dark, night #trains the midnight ache to dance on your grave it tucked you in...
Hold your breath
Don't waste the air
Pretty things are playing games
#vss365
I see him in the darkest nights when new moon smudges the shadows to charcoal art. When autumn forests lower their skeletal arms to hold the owls that can't sleep and when nightingales forget their own voices.
I see him then as he once was. Golden curls falling in his eyes before the world lay heavy and dreams hurt. Before the light dimmed and ivory keys learned the sound of his silent tears.
I see him then the way I never met him.
A candle that can keep the world's darkness at bay.
@bionicanadian #bionicanadian