For Linda, Who Is Lonely

Loneliness -

the sun dims
and fades to grey,
the moon falls from the sky, and
the stars wink out
one by one;

the rain that falls
like tears from your eyes,
the pain in your smile
like the fine cracks in a
porcelain vase
with it’s wilted flowers,

where is the hero who will
vanquish this beast?
where is the fairy book ending?

©2008 Michael Shelby