Stone

 

We survive,

but I still hear the cries

like feint echoes of bad dreams.

The grass wailing, the seas boiling,

the sand, glassy and dead.

The end came in a flash.

Then the aftermath

dropped like dust and ash.

We survived, but at what cost.

Sunlight lost, no crops,

and the heart now solid stone, 

from seeing so many walking

nowhere

as they have no home.

 

We survive,

but the shadows of the seasons

fade into one long winter night,

no day survived, no sun, no hope

just dust in the rain.

And we just look out

over a blistered landscape

that screams in pain,

Tears streaming from our eyes,

for there are no stars in the sky,

the moon, a faded sigh, 

the colour, grey

and stained in red

as the smoke still lingers,

still coats our fingers

in memory of the dead.

 

We survived the longest night,

but we have ticking clocks

counting down our hours,

and our smiles died when the sky

turned from night to day

then back in the blink of an eye.

Those shadow vapour ghosts

stand mid scream.

Those buildings no longer host humanity,

now only dusted in memory,

and my heart is stone,

for our earth is a ruined battle zone.

 

We survived. But only to see

the dwindling, passing of this reality,

the final seconds ticking

until the flatline beep

beckons in a new story.

We survived, and in those

last dying embers of our being

I want to hold on tightly to a dream.

We survived and as the light

fades into endless night,

I wish to hold you tight,

for love is the one thing

we can get right.

So, slip into my arms

and let us watch the fireworks from

behind love blanketed eyes.