Comets

Silk is the veil and thin That colours the eye within Black are the birds that fly Ink and brush to the sky Make them raise them Carry them up from the ground Take them free them Gone where they’ll never be found Pitch is the shade of night That steals all the day from light Dying are the stars that shine Out and beyond they slide Take them break them Their time is almost come Make them wake them Their dream is almost done I gaze through bars alone and watch This light un-form return unturned This night I leave unknown unbound Despair despair the shape of love Here halos glow suns fall moons rise Where planets die time trips nowhere Here edges burn reason sleeps And elsewhere comets collide Comets collide comets collide Open your eyes