Driftwood

the world has gone
cold
drowning
as sadness pours
from your eyes

and in this silent darkness
this never fulfilled
dawn
you shiver and listen
to the trickling waters
of sadness

no murmurs
no dreams
no candles dying out
and a rope of silence
is all you grasp for

but you live
and you breathe
as you wait

for
even broken
you have a heart
and you count the pieces
of the most beautiful
driftwood

Into starlight.