An emerald evening is bestowed upon me
As crimson stars drip down a bare surface
Dotted among the uneven stoop of pebble
It is within the evenings we see the truth
Honesty behind a chalk board moon
In which moon light cannot covey
There is no yellow brick
Only ruby roads in which I walk
No slippers for I
I am the crow and coward
I am the heartless beast
It is I who have lost contentment
Over sapphire sears
It is I who is empty
Leave me for shell
Leave me for stone
Leave me for dust
I am the sand falling through your fingers
The broken glass on the curb
The weeds along the cracks
You live in days and nights
I live in emerald evenings