The Harlequin
June 28th, 2009, 02:40 PM
**SunMan**
A fraction of the sky
Burns, to light the Earth alone.
And when the one has set, the only one...
A thousand stars attempt
To emmulate such success.
They wait for their moment
To shine ~ to try to burn at night,
But none are so bright as Arky, the
Angel of the day
Bringer of the dawn.
How names mean nothing
Until they melt our
Broken hearts ~ from sharper
glass and stone,
You brought me here into
A smoother life.
Love. The very
Edifice created by this youth,
Wasted on Westminster, so brittle are the bells
Inside their chests, numb to the beautiful
Stars...
Who every night and day will lie,
Within a fraction of the sky.
A fraction of the sky
Burns, to light the Earth alone.
And when the one has set, the only one...
A thousand stars attempt
To emmulate such success.
They wait for their moment
To shine ~ to try to burn at night,
But none are so bright as Arky, the
Angel of the day
Bringer of the dawn.
How names mean nothing
Until they melt our
Broken hearts ~ from sharper
glass and stone,
You brought me here into
A smoother life.
Love. The very
Edifice created by this youth,
Wasted on Westminster, so brittle are the bells
Inside their chests, numb to the beautiful
Stars...
Who every night and day will lie,
Within a fraction of the sky.