Daniel Rosso
From Where You Sit on a Tree Atop a Hill, Three Stakes of Gold Rust in its Side
pinned from arm to arm, it's a crime I never let you in,
with a crown upon your head, you are the king of empty hands
Without knowing how I have failed you,
my greatest lie,
I am shown the shadows of your light.
A soft tremble answers my mercy
from inside of my fathers house,
shafts of silver spears form
inside of a broken wire.
You haven't answered my questions
yet fill my eyes with longing...
I have yet to believe in anything
in your brilliant empty eyes.