In the long quiet between
The killing and the smiling,
With tears that lurk behind wooden eyes
Come images, colors, and sounds
Lapping on the doorstep
Of goodbyes and nonexistent hellos.
Snaking its way, quiet and insistent
Come promises and memories
Written and erased with blood
With screams and choking
Well past midnight and wakefulness
Dissolving fear, pain, and wordlessness
Building plans, dreams, and bridges
That blow away dark clouds
To bring fresh rain and petrichor
Drawing a million rainbows
Of all hue and color
For eyes that see far
