Sing a song of pain
Sing to break the stars
Left out in the rain
In jagged, broken jars
That catch the starlight falling
Through the drizzle of the sky
That hear the star song calling
An aching, longing sigh
This pain that glitters brightly
Barbed with star sharp shards
A bobbin wound too tightly
A tumbled house of cards
Mourning for the morning
A radiant light that grieves
Broken at the joining
This pain that never leaves


©Edwina Peterson Cross