Unfinished

If this heart were to speak.
It would take the warmth
of the summer sky
Nights would be without stars,
And stranded fishermen
forced to shore.

If these eyes were to weep.
It would dry up the river
Nile of its entity
It would steal the bejeweled
crowns of maharajahs
While beneath the black
of the night sky,
the magpies start to sing.

-Scarlet-