Demons softly cry
With unsaturated blue eyes
They fall in dawn beyond the passing faces
Rain tarnishes around upon the terraces
Forlorn these demons quickly sigh
Away from them
Yearning dust rises away from silent quiet minds
Demons softy die respires their notes
Hearts if possible long for their home
Away from the meddling clouds
And faltered dreams that pass along the gutters
Ever they watch and anon will pass and fade
The demons passively stand by
Silken dreams that pass with morning grace
Hints and memories of their glory
Still stain the fading lampposts
Their desultory light , a beacon
For their tears of blood
Ran red along the streets that callous feet
Impudent and strong still tread upon
Wavering fools …
They are the children long lost within the battered heart
Demons weep for their salvation
Will yearn in vain and perish along the roads
Carved along with their embittered malice
They too in their time shall call for light once more
In that presence of pavement angels and cardboard demons
Will forever weep a harmony in our souls
Demons don’t cry
My heart does