Styrofoam Breath

A new sun rises
A day has dawned
The tables have turned
And the curtains are drawn

Static faces in blank disguises
Two suns can't set before another rises

Gazing to the unknown horizon
My whole world is torn
Flowing from her eyes and into mine
Prospects are reborn

The vision forever lingers
Hair clasped in rigorous fingers

The sky was murky
Two drops of color lost in a glass
Stirred once and left
Left to sort things out with the amorphous deep

Frail foundations
Without fair warning
And angels at night
Have never dreamt of morning

Expressionless smiles
Wrinkled, cracked plastic
Hollow words
Neither believes