There are stories that do not stop at dusk ..
In your midnight prayer beads of blood and Heart ..
There are tracks that will burn on the walls, even when those walls are now a thing ..
There are angels who did not leave you adrift ..
You see his hand in the dark?
You see that flower, than broilers?
Love knew hold his hands tight, torn and smiles, like wings on time ..
there are no locks tonight ..
any place that suits the Light ...