All the Little Black Hearts

We criticized those cruel nights
and led our splintered hearts to the paper
where we chalked with gentle grace
the unexpected love between the lines.

And over midnight couplets
and through autumn’s soundless wires
and around the pouring hours
we bent a frozen future to a common will.

where winter’s winds and casual stars
clutched decadently at quiet fancies
and the roar of life stretched under
each new morning’s tortuous smile.

Yet we pursued the crippled summer
through sad spring’s hopeful dreams
until the cirrus on some fateful summer day
sparked the opening song of a brand new season.