Sky Breaker Poem by Jon Blanes

Sky breaker you
have broken my sky,
I live in a world of sunsets
yearning for dawn.

There is no day or night here,
just the sun in a constant setting,
a red stone in the golden hue
of the evening.

When the cool breeze blows
I think of your hair in the wind,
those ochre eyes, and
cherry blossom lips.

My open wounds bleed a lament
into the stream of a carmine sun,
as your arrows that have pierced me
sink deeper still.