stars and mercury rising over mars
the wings of owls hold all secrets
and they dont even really mind at all
but where does all the sadness go?
into empty mine shafts
the bottom of frozen over rivers
the tippy top of mountain peaks
in the mouths of doves
in underwater caves
where do all the broken hearts mend?
the eye of the storm
in bottemless gestating volcano craters
waiting to one day explode again
over and over and over again
