The clouds roll and spill their essence
White-hot and frozen on these unkempt strands
It’s wet and strange and ignored
Half-blind in this storm I can’t see
Half-deaf in this hurricane I can’t name
….
Faces down the table:
eyes glancing, briefly curious.
Faces down the table:
both here and not here.
Faces down the table,
signaling discreetly:
all such mysteries to me.
…
How is it
that no matter how many curtains I draw
over every window I pass,
the dark can always find me?
…
Our words, thought to mean anything
but themselves even if proven true,
leave them stunned in the end.
Iron belongs to the earth
Stardust belongs to the void
It’s time for it all to go back
I have my assignment
I know what it calls for
I know where it belongs
Two stars twinkling, twirling
To and fro, near and far
Falling to earth from steel in the clouds
Weaving in and out of each others’ embrace
…
My universe in soft blushes and verdant greens
Whispering hope for worth
Validating air exchanged
Caressing energy traded
Oblivious and welcoming
…
I need to go somewhere
I can’t stay here
The universe inhales softly
They look at you with wonder
You’re gently blessed with what they will
…
I’ll take my fill from here, from the inside
I’ll take everything you consume away from you
Leaving you to starve
With a belly full of me
…
In the aftermath of the battle,
peace is woven with loose threads between embraces and kind words…