i always liked the faded flowers
hiding dark and bent in the back
behind the beauty of it all
i always liked the dim dusty
hung low beneath the weight
slung hard against the wall
the pale white soft songs
under all the crescendos
cast down crowns of the broken fall
and i think
maybe
they loved me too
these hidden ones
sunless truth-bearers
my bandaged blessed ones
cloaked in velvet night
I think they did
these moonless ones
these starless ones
they loved me
they love me
Harnessing Chaos 