Here

Its cold

The snow is silent

Even

Under the soul

Of my father’s shoes

 

Branches of trees against the sky

Content in their temporary death

Tremble

Vibrating as the thin strings of a violin

Hallucinations of insomnia

 

In the stillness

 

The moon laughs through the smoke

Giving promises of death

In the sweetness of a cigarette

 

It mocks me

 

The moon belongs to the night

As a petal to a rose

As a diamond ring to heartbreak

As life to death

 

I belong to the night

As others sleep safe in dreams

I am here

Derided by the moon

As whispers pass between stars

I am here

 

I used to ask why

But then I knew

I gave myself

I gave myself to the night

The rings around my eyes

The ring on a finger

I said I do

To solitude

To destitution

To tender eyelids never to close

 

Until

 

Until forced by latex fingers

To hide the departure of life from my eyes

That was never there

To convince those who dream

I actually lived

 

Until then

I am here