Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt

covers cursed in light rays,
eyes bursting sideways,
canvass of glass and soot
absorbing each fragile input.
Our skins trace the path,
to nature's cruel wrath,
wrapping us warmly in lies.

Break me and my rhymes,
find me there huddled and cold,
far from the star that made me,
the recluse boy, whose starving inner worlds
spiralled in so far I forgot to look up,
and watch the spinning seas surround me,
each tiny star another face floating into stellar winds,
Dreaming of a tender tide,
of eyes fit to hold me
and the secret passages I hide
within the symmetry of words and knowing,
knowing every painful path to you
is star stained glass in the light of a distant moon.