a love i ran from

it blows on the wind every once in a while
drifting and settling in.
it blows on the wind and starts settling--
in gold dust and smoke and pain.
it shimmers and promises
and swears by the moon,
while the sun is fast asleep.
as diamonds of night
cast shadows that dance,
it imbues the spirit of that
which light has deemed
unfit [whatever that means].

she understands the trees and stars;
 i've never seen a more broken heart.
the scars on the canvas and the scars on her arms
tell of a darkness that lies in the heart of everything.