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 

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