Xenia

Your star is coming home, hear a police car's zoom, in gardens you lie prone, whisper love on idle phones, your ravaged face a moon, saints bleed out their tomes, a song massages your soul, makes you drink too soon, birds sing on their own, a lifetime learning to moan, fly to those whose truth, sweetens linen eau de cologne, hear them forever groan, on sunlit afternoons, you wear a red raincoat, remember you are not alone, millions can think of doom, just seek the right tone, out of darkness is you.