Member Rara Avis
-the tired in you-
Your eyes are dull, fragile glass;
The shine long since worn, gone.
I sympathize with the tired in you,
The way your voice cracks sung notes.
I can hear every splinter of melody
Showing more than any diva could.
I'm glad you sang though you could barely stand;
Now you deserve a rest.
Away from the lights pouring heat.
Poring eyes over every pore.
The ribbons in your hair came loose,
Dried by fame's electric glare.
Please, girl, take a seat.
Drop the wrapped bouquets
(after all, they're just petals
with no bike to take you anywhere,
stems, deceptive beauty).
I tell you, just the way you open your mouth
Makes beauty seem an almost obscene gesture.
If it weren't so gentle, I'd be scared of what you could do.
Careworn and scarred, at least we flew;
And we didn't crash into any brambles or diamonds
On our way down.
I think I love you,
But I'm old enough to realize we're just clouds.
I understand your need to sleep,
The time alone with your hope and dreams.
I know the tired in you.
I'll leave you to your needs.
You never knew me.
I'm tired, too.