Burning Feathers

Peeking at the light they send through your eyes, I read Morse code in your silence. Every smile is a funeral hymn, I swore there was a meaning. And I saw God blink.

I’m dreaming we’re in grayscale. The walls spoke in metaphor, What we are is an echo rehearsing in permanence. All burning questions with no answers.

The light keeps flickering, Uninvited and sincere. The light keeps flickering, Back to back stabbing my thoughts.

A memory left too long in the sun. Burning feathers are poisoning the air. It hurts falling with incriminating thoughts. Love and trust are fighting to the core.