You're the Sun, he hummed in her ear,
And it burns.

My face is left numb and battered,
Thirsting for the moon's light and moonbows
To wash me, bathe me.

Watch the stars sing for me, she said,
And was left shivering the night away
As she dreamt of waves and thawing winds.

Her mouth is dry;
Trembling fingernails click, tick and flick;
I quench my thirst with the flesh of fallen angels
And die for each one of them as the dawn approaches.

(Chapter one  - Chapter null)

We would say:
And children rush their nebulous dreams,
So as to witness the first light of day,
Drowning them in secrecy:
Their hearts are but tombs where no light shall shine upon.

Orange light tumbles over mountain slides,
Dancing with the grass in its pearl dress;
Coffins: seedless seeds and pretty little beads that glitter when lit.

And the rain poured in roofs and railings unmercifully,
Washing their nebulous dreams away.

My god, they cried. We'll never see the light of day;
And thus they retired to their cardboard beds and ripped jeans and shirts,
Dreaming of oceans of blue and mirrors in the sun
With hymns in their hair, sung by an unforgiving winter
And snow that clung to their bones.
My god they would cry
Yet again, in quiet desperation,
And in utter silence they would close the eyes
That had seen nothing but their squandered childhoods.

Weather brews; the heavens dim and everything is still.
Sow bugs retire from their daily routines to watch and listen.

Louder than gusts of wind were the cries and sighs of the restless children;
Looking in each other's eyes they seemed to whisper:

We                               
                                       are   
                                                                                lost.

Their words would saunter the night, resting on rooftops
And brooks that babbled nonsense in their ears.

And mother's voice would ring loudly in their thoughts, calling them home.
Kites would soar another day and smiles would wait for tomorrow's basket of laughters
So hearts would not turn sour.

And only in their dreams would they truly be free.