Solace Poem by R. Ariffin

Solace is the bed where stars
Unwind their masks and bathe
Under the deep of your cosmic cry
Above the pillar of your disgrace
Sweet is the window where rain
Wets the glass and enfolds the murmur
Of a hope once glorified and held high
Whilst now is just a distant thunder
Content is the door where clouds
March their white skins into
Stumbling and maladroit with a smile
Of a moment of a thought without you