Namely Nothing Makes Sense

Relish all that he was in a snow globe mirage Accepting there was little I could do Yesterday will yellow with time and thickened skin Making room for mending and maybe some other miracle On the summit of sadness a heart hardly beats Nearer to heaven through my prayers of healing Darkness pretends to be my friend When the light fails to find me Real as it was, the dream was disturbed Everyone and everything wears a thin disguise In the questing and questioning of a true love No one is safe from the danger of derailment Happy? Is that something reserved for others Authenticity replaced by blinding lightening Roaring of thunder where before there was song Damned by the same hand that held onto hers Torn seams, bare threads, ripped