Marked

Time has its ways 

Like a dot in heaven 

Marking all that is 

Liable to a fault 

Forgetting all that was

This emotive sea 

Pardoning the stars 

Waving through a year 

Laid through souls  

A place to be 

Attuned to those notes 

Forgetful pleads 

Desiring through 

Beyond a blue 

A spin on axis 

Spoken in tones 

The glowing night 

As lips whisper 

 

Undo the lights 

Go out 

Making purity