that day rain poured in shades of green,
and heaven’s anguish brought angels to their knees.

sweet nothings started sounding like mantras
as desire and innocence ignored the moon

i was a child who only knew pleasure and pain,
tossed into winds of hope and imagination.

when the sun became a supernova
his muse took flight across a lifetime of oceans,
accompanied only by satori and the void.