Cry-Over Rays

CryOver Rays

sometimes I cry 

over the towns

I used to call my homes

sometimes I cry

over the marks

you left between my pelvic bones

sometimes I cry

over the ghosts

that roam within our outraged souls

sometimes you cry

over the pain

you wouldn’t dare to name

sometimes you cry

over the void

that loomed when turned away

sometimes we cry

over the life

that never lived - was thrown away

but every night

there is a ray 

of warm, red-golden light

when I lay down 

you’re by my side

no doubt - it feels so right!

you hold me warm

you touch my heart

I fall straight into peace

when I wake up 

the vision fades

but I still feel released