January 17, 2006, When Even the Sky Starts to Cry

The road looks empty and ever

As I stagger, shoulders broken

Abysmal hole wide yet shallow

The moment the awakening daffodils turn blue

January 17, 2006, when even the sky starts to cry

Floating gray clouds snap the pigeon's wing

As I swing and shudder, weeping at the blood-stained shadow of the fallen bird

With eyes that whisper the winter's lonely night

Silent winds pierce the sun away, red roses promise no another day

January 17, 2006, when even the sky starts to cry

The pond of shattered memories mirrors the fading stars

As I drench and drown my soul deeper and down

Collapsed and scraped the knees

Her voices echo and flee

Pouring rains melt the shiny grass on the hill

January 17, 2006, when even the sky starts to cry

January 17, 2006, when even the Sky starts to Cry