nights like these

I lie awake
at night

Eyes on the shadows and
on the walls

An ache, as empty as the white wall
lit by streetlamp
while my dreams flutter and
flicker like fading firelight

Tears come now, sometimes
and they are like prayers
leaking down, honey
from a cracked bottle

Out of broken eyes
and born from empty spaces

This seems to be the only
fragmented holiness I have
for it's the only prayer I can muster
on nights like these