In the abyss of the night, The stars shone over you in a dim light. They twinkled and winkled above your head, Feeling heavy, you kept your chin down instead. When it seems the dark would never come to a close, The sun still rose. And later in that evening, The sunset you painted became proof, finally healing, No longer needing that spark, You became the dazzle in the dark.
For You
By Grace Mersch February 11, 2020
you are made of g-majors. you mean benthos. chroma, jubilant. a place for center, a beginning and an end. you are songs in the key of c.