Elucidating Questions

It whispers louder in the echoes and the words unspoken but loudly shining

Be careful, be careful, be careful,

Is it so breakable that it has to be whispered,

The person who was spoken to before, is no longer,

Simply because in any second anyone can change.

The ones you speak to in the shadows of light and day,

Shards of pain and regret left behind.

Retribution for pulling the wrong cards,

Is pulling them right,

Retribution for being afraid to fly,

Is wishing safe every flight,

Retrospective missing of a person who became a ghost too easily.

Stones turn to dust that settles down into the ground, as dirt and sand,

If only I could gather in these hands all that I could to make this all better,

All at once like a something to fix the cracks of the leaking dam that is ruby in the hearts that shine, or sapphire in the hearts that feel they are too cold,

Things that don’t have meaning to anyone, but maybe someone.

The stones and the statue, who knows if it means what it means.

It seems tone can be deceiving. Is it sarcasm or tears? Is it satire or twisting into a shape beyond it?

A small amount of darkness, amongst the self hatred for reasons unknown besides what others think or may.

Getting out of it often seems impossible, when in a tunnel with no light,

Finding glowing in the cracks,

Hoping it means the end,

The lights of things in days, when there are few others reasons.

To say at least the stars and the trees and the sun and the oceans and the animals and the moons,

When we are lucky to have found a place like this.

It’s merely this mess that wrecks the garden.