Charred dreams
Friday, March 21, 2008
He crawls, pleading eyes
Searching through,
Ashes, still warm..
as her touch, her smile.
Did she cry,
whispered his name.
He asks the tattered sky..
Silent- desperate.
Searching, did she pray..
For him to see..
Unshed acid tears
burning her skin.
Did the angels cry,
hearing her screams.
Bones so tender,
demons crushing.
Bleeding hands, he finds
her battered soul.
The charred sparrow,
Vacant eyes – frozen hope.
He washes her scars.
With tears and regrets..
the wind cries..
A child is dead.
© 2008 by Chhaya. All rights reserved
PS: the image is googled
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Searching through,
Ashes, still warm..
as her touch, her smile.
Did she cry,
whispered his name.
He asks the tattered sky..
Silent- desperate.
Searching, did she pray..
For him to see..
Unshed acid tears
burning her skin.
Did the angels cry,
hearing her screams.
Bones so tender,
demons crushing.
Bleeding hands, he finds
her battered soul.
The charred sparrow,
Vacant eyes – frozen hope.
He washes her scars.
With tears and regrets..
the wind cries..
A child is dead.
© 2008 by Chhaya. All rights reserved
PS: the image is googled
