Petal and Stone

 To the white light I see in my dreams

From the red light on all of the machines

Tangling and ripping me away at the seams 

There is no warning before or after it’s gone

What is it that used to widen my eye?

What was that feeling that made me cry?

What was it that I thought I would try?

Why is day no longer as beautiful as night?

When it rains there’s twice the illumination

Turns the ground to glass, reflecting a gleaming creation

But the world lost color long ago

So when it rains it might as well be snow

When a fire burns all I see is the coal

When this finally ends will my story be told?

All I dream of is a petal and stone

And a place I can finally call home

With the rain not just pouring  from the clouds

Will their memories really be that loud?

I hope at least for one, I will make a sound.