Upon the morning star

a tear drop. My wish bone shatters.

The ledge beneath my feet

The fragile balance of my mind.

My eyes close. I pray.

Spread my arms. I fly.

Down I fly. falling...

out of the night sky.

Making memories out of nothing.

Laughing at the irony...of my sceptic mind

Hope. Fate. Absence.

I contemplate the peace of silence.

And from the canvas, the colors fade

...until there's nothing left, but white.