Cry No More

Slash,
stroke.
Painting
in the night,
dreaming... wandering
through landscapes of my own making.
Falling, catching. Nightmarish need rises within me—
your face, stretched in a howling mask.
Searching for our child,
but she's gone
to sleep—
gone.
Cry...
Cry
no more.
In daylight
she lives in my brush—
her hair, her limbs, her stilled spirit.
I glance at you, hoping to see your love shining through.
The lines of her coffin are clear,
coloring canvas.
Visions from
the night.
Stroke,
slash.