Sunblush - The Autumns

As dripping as orphans

Return bluely nocturne flowers

Fear you’re so dear to

The sun

In bracelets of glass eyes

Pain and sorrow mount to kiss

These moonrings and green things

In love

Outside

All your smeared olive tears

Outside

All is clearly woven in mud and broken

Entangled and hanging

Spiders' spines grind wax fingers to

Smoke angels fallen

To blue