Emily Winters                                                                                                          

Halo

Attracted to the light,

Like a moth in the bitter dusk,

The memories falling like dominoes,

Cascading like the tears of love.

The flowers slowly wilt,

And the water churns round and round,

Like the pit of my heart keeps turning on its head,

Unable to grasp,

Unable to cope.

The murky fingers hold tight to your ankle,

Pulling you deeper and deeper down the river…

The vase is nothing but cloudy water,

The IV is pumping muddy hope and I just don’t know...

My eyes are clouded too.

The sky is blue,

Yet I haven’t seen your eyes for so long.

The cord is taut,

Tethering you to the ground,

(to me)

And we don’t know anymore…

The butterflies encircle your head like a halo,

A foreshadowing of what is to come (?)

But your eyes contain all the radiance,

And I just know,

I know,

That you can hear me.