His soft spoken with a husky voice
Inspire me to write this
Is just like
Jostling the leaves from their
warm, cozy laze.
And holding his face with Delicate hands,
His eyes seal shut, spreading
Thick with blue-grays.
Random and deafening
His pains,
Betraying a tale to sentries
Beneath
Who gaze upward, stunned at
Spidery veins
Framing the sky like a sword to a
Sheath.
Falling like diamonds scattering
In time
In cool, damp spatters on glass
Windowpanes,
Tears of clear crystal ring
Outward in chime,
Spilling down walls into dark
Sewer drains.
Then, subsiding, he smiles,
Lifting his gaze.
Chaos and order shake hands
and part ways.