your name returns home

i cannot sleep

in this abrasive atmosphere.

lightning tunnels,

flames within my veins,

this tempest night spent

clawing at the ceiling.

cleansing harmonic rain-bath,

persistently prickling

of orphaned teardrops

pelts the pavement

reminding me of

the sound of the cathedral

tolling, wisps of sinful prayers

and your name returns home,

blaming the stars motive

and the moon's ambition.

in silvered silence,

guiding through the lace

while saintly guilt

slips on glass beads

the metallic flavor lasting

on my tongue, anxious to

prevent dawn from spilling

down muted eggshell walls.

©️ Meg. October 11. 2021