ANSWERS

Sorrow hums a hollow tune,
As I wait for her,
Tumbling questions into the resonating wind,
Seeking her eyes that put forth a heaven,
Nestled in the branches of eternal silence.
Her lips voice illusions like those of a starless sky,
And fingers that rub away everything remotely weak.
Red fist bangs on sealed doors.
Fever and anticipation wait on me-
Companions on a winter day.
I seek answers from an empty soul,
Trampled upon by crimson crosses.
She turns, as I plead,
Her eyes shutting me out of them,
Fleshless voices dragging me into the passages of raw fear,
Leaving me with a single tear-
Answers to my trivial questions.