Chalk Marks

Chalk marks on the wall
Describe the bleeding of my heart
And stars that fall
Pass through the earth
Never willing to depart.

While puffs of smoke cage in the light
Of thinking finally said
The little bird that said it all
Dies
to flap its wings again.

And in an arc of time confused
The joker turns his gaze
But all that's left to see here
is a flower-laden maze.

And so the darkness settles
And the wind
It passes through
Rubbing off the chalk I scrawled
In hopes of reaching you.

~Mika, April 1, 2003