Mourning For Morning

Sleep within my eyes
A kaleidoscopic disguise
To rest hidden upon this bed of fire,
Let dreams douse your weary ire.
You draw pictures within the night
A notion of naive delight,
But in the day I see you walking
A white-washed face, sleep talking.
You carry a fistful of leaves
The colors of one that grieves;
Snails crawl down your cheeks.
Listening for the wind that speaks,
Pale faces taunt you in the sky,
Soaked in blood they whisper their goodbye.
Words of beauty escape your lips,
Eyes close, a euphoric eclipse.