By Eve Messervy
You are the face I saw in rain
So fragile; melted sapphire seeps,
Crying gushes rivers, sleep
Through flooded webs of long – lost lust,
Windows healing, questions burnt
Of widows leaving stone and dirt,
Howling prayers that wilt away and
Dissipate to nuanced day,
Another unjust pneuma utters
Words so empty, ink that stutters,
Gutters flood from monsters grief,
They’re broken heroes
Alone they weep,
But we squint our eyes,
In attempt to see, the lines of lies that
Will make us free, rain
That drips like melted sapphire seeps
Cold as stone; as silent as sleep
Yet all in all a stone alone
A face that fades, a face it formed
Through unfelt fingers and
Eyes blurred stiff I sit by the steps
And list ‘what ifs’