and ever after

designed to break

fractured rib and broken wing

a bird on a wire no more

then a bird has no place to go

for every forgotten moment

I will cut off one lock of hair

until it clogs the drain pipes on every street

in every city

in every space in time

people for miles will know the shade of my disheveled locks

and cast a lonely shadow on the street as they stand over it in the gutters

with stars in their eyes

These are the hairs of a lover

A nightingale's song is forgotten

And she sang with such forlorn once long ago

That every star in the sky fell down with each note

But that song is listless

its heart is in its throat

for every blistered hurt

there will be a ceremony of remorse

and spanish dancing

in a flurry of flamenco reds and golds

and the sky will cry when it remembers the dance of girls in red dresses with smiles on their faces

the street lights burn with dim blue lights

two fire flies

swim around and around the light

flicker in the last moments before the dawn

and make perfect reflections of each other

Day breaks

for every dew drop in the garden

there will be a tear on my cheek

every morning

upon rising

for here and ever after