He catches rays of sunshine in his hair

The earth grows dark as an ominous beckoning to the sky

Did you see the way he fell?

Lights of heaven could not compare

Fingertips of emerald green, 

Jealous of his feathers flown by gods to touch stars

Could you imagine how the oceans quaked

As he emitted his hysteria from the fever of his lungs

His eyes brazen, focused on the clouds from which he fell

Waxy tears streamed down his cheeks

To his mouth 

Golden blood drips thick as ink down his back 

His ribs

His thighs

His feet

Had you seen this betrayal,

The consciousness of missing passion

Clear in the hole in his chest

You would see my dreams at night 

Of brilliant eyes who locked on mine