As the Quiet Settles

Solitude sleeps soundly on my heart

And holding out an empty hang to you, I watch you look away

You place your back to me to paint

And I sit and watch as I reminisce of days more blissful

The epistemic of your cynicism is wearing thin

And in dubious solace I wonder if you even know what morale is 

This heavy heart use to exist on hope alone

But a more substantial reason for beating is in require

I see your baffled eyes in the mirror

Unable to recognize even that of what is to be the most familiar 

Man may be blind but you are the one who cannot see

Can you derive anything if you defy even the most basic of your senses?

I sit in patience as you paint

And watch you color the sky black

You place seven daisies in a row along the sea

And I smile in liking to your contentment

I have a silly urge to play like children

To splatter pink paint among your cheeks

But that time has passed

And longing is of the most wasteful now

The daisies are a sign of hope though, I think

I close my eyes for an instant in hope of rescue

But when I open my eyes again you are gone

And I see you've painted the daisies black.