Like the drowning ghosts of
Altar candle flames, buds of rain
Seek, so desperate hard, to defy
Gravity,
Destiny.
Unseen cheeks and faces
Pressed against unforgiving,
Merciless pane;
Imagined mouths voicing
Silent screams as
Slip becomes recognition
Of ending:
The thunder that can never be heard,
The deeps that will not be denied
Are claiming their once-bright souls.