The sky weeps today. Tears 
run slick through my fingers 
like your life ran through them.

You had me taste your tears
as my last supper. You pled for
a vision, for remembrance of you.

How could I forget? You
damned yourself to bestow 
on her the betrayer's kiss;
you bled me with your sword.

The sky weeps today. Tears
soak the pale asphodel
laid out blooming on your heart.

You asked me if I knew,
understood their significance 
infused in absinthe. 

How could I see? You tore 
up their flowers, pruned 
their leaves. But their roots grew 
blindly, strangled you.

The sky weeps today, tears
soothing the earth after the 
assault of lightning

on the towers we called
home. We both felt the
force of its strike, each crack –

how could you not? But you
turned away, even as the 
lashes were still bleeding, 
baring stone and bone. 

The sky weeps today. Tears
wash away the dust
masking your memory.

You had not fled – you led foes
away while the roots held you prisoner,
as I know they will now do me.

How could they not? After 
all this time, I finally see 
the crown of thorns adorning 
the rejected Prince. 

The sky weeps today. Tears
of heaven mingle with 
my own, merge into a mirror

and show distorted truth.
My reflection shimmers:
I look – and I see you.

Look at me. 
Did you not say that I 
look like 
My father

Why hast thou forsaken me?