soap&diamonds

By Diamond

reside in an open tomb, a funeral colored blue,

a nonsensical thing, to be made sense of soon,

reach out arms of an unknown length to hold,

listen to a dead one speak of self long ago.

would you so like to see, what i can so see?

the language of the birds, hear me speak,

the wings of a butterfly, follow me to fly,

the shattered dreams of stars, come with me see.

no hope of the wicked, no relief for the damned,

stars no longer glimmer, future too far from past,

will this one save but a ghost from a dead time?

or will one listen to the rambles of the mad?

are you scared or not scared of me?

do you have hatred or no hatred for me?

my sky has the moon’s pained cries,

so speak of what your sky has in its hold.

an empty sky is what should be behold,

a heartless deathless unordinary hope,

dead one should not hear of such thing,

but here now lies both opened and freed.

is fear not an ordinary and easy thing to understand?

is to fear and not fear but a way of seeing things?

some say the one hated most is a reflection of self,

and some say one hated most is one loved most.