Lost and Found (An Abecedarian poem)

and the candle flame falls
but we still try to dream on a
cloud
dipped in memories
emersed in a bittersweet 
feel of a
grudge against the universe, a
hatred for the wretched and 
indolent sky thief for
just as we begin to love something it is 
lost in the great relms of the
majestic 
night sky. 
only in
photos of the 
quaking earth can we finally find a 
reason to live and in the 
stars we see the constellation of
the lost and loved for
underneath that blanket of light their
veins run thick with your tears
while you 
x-ray every part of their soul to hold in 
your hands until the love of the world
zips up your bleeding heart and his candle burns in our eyes forever.