grey sky harbor Amanda Morris There is sacred In man’s tears They drop Garnet pearls From deep sea clams Inner wounds Where the knife Waltzed in and rests An epiphany strikes His watcher He rips facade Into fragments And reaches for remedy In the heavens. Contorts his face, eyes Gleam beacons, Shine sorrow and Loss of innocence- Belief in their foreverdance Under star and crescent light Now she, an angel, Fallen To earth’s chasm underneath Granite crosses and Fragrant, yellow lilies. |