It was beautiful, a moonlit sky streaked with golden
Tears, not quite
My own, but always there, wonders
Never ageing with the years, lost
To most.
Underneath this light, I fell alone, although there, beside
Me, Prisoners of Ineffability, not
Speaking, scared to break the spell
Frightened of my actuality,
That night, he came
(And softly went again.)
That night the silence fell, whilst the sky stood
Between truth
And lies, and he chose to leave it all behind
Shrouding peace in mystery, sadly handing it to me
As though he believed that I could see
His words. Whilst besides me. There blindly,
Filling the beauty with his fears,
Silently, begging Golden Tears, to set him free
Mingling with his pain so guiltily
There
As he slipped away, dissolving chains as night gave way
To walk with foreign feet, to meet,
The boy he’d led astray.
Giving me his darkness, in the dusk before the day.