Night's Weeping

Artwork by Tamara Ward

Tears shed by pen

Smear heart in notebook

Fear strays from the frame

And appear in a stern look

That strangers cannot notice

Behind blue eyes and the sky

There lay broken promises

Ones with not a wing to fly

Lost in nights’ wiping

Their views out of try

Days spent in drawings

She’d be sent out of the house

With river from weeping

But for what once was

Known as the daydream

Helped to cool down the volt

She won a place in museum

And a heaven of some sort

She’s the goddess of smile;

A battle she never fought

She’s an expensive style

Always precious to look at

With a bunch of guys on file

Before my mountain was flat

And I hadn't meet the change

Yet, or hear myself in the air

Until my soul escaped the cage

Cage of time that didn't play fair

I cursed thoughts I had in range

For her viral atmosphere