A Day Unbroken

I unsealed the door of the storm-soaked night, and rolled my eyes along the light, seeping, from above the wide, unfolded, black horizon. I wrote my lies down, and headed to the old unfaithful side of town. At the other end of the wind, where god had sinned, my life the only hope I had as darkness thinned. A Bridge's struts were thrashed with tidal powers; they stood like golden gates of towers, built to bring me closer, to she who always fell so far behind. Who followed me until the dark had stabbed her eyes, and made her blind. Forever searching, for the sleeve of her heart and frame of her mind; lost in the thoughts that she could feel, but never find.

The light held its breath, as though the night had cheated death. My footsteps roared with the pace of ancient thunder. To once but wonder, if all the dreams she had were mine to steal, and hers to sunder, I passed the town before I found, that in those dreams, I fell before the shore as she went under. Her hands waving, gasping in the liquid air of deep despair, surrendering the hope, that had reflected from the skies. My solemn cries were not enough to haul her words, from hurtful truth, to just unwise.

The morning, bright, but not quite broken, shone on ye of thoughts unspoken, smiling through your teeth in drapes of rain. The awful pain, the blood-soaked sleeve, the twisted frame, you lying there with one hand clenched on what we had, but lost in vain. Though then was night, and this is day, the dying sound of what you say, forever delves in to the deep, enchanted valleys of my hatred, and dismay. In state you lay, as I tread the boards of love declined, in front of every mirrored mind, which paid to see my pain. My heart will take me far beyond the bounds of my domain, and at your helm you'll come undone, clawing at the death of sun, as dark descends again.