Awaken heartbroken
Odd dream, unfinished
Closure now forever lost
Dichotomy haunting me
Oasis in this Desert
Never to return
Soon to come back
My flawed perfection
Too much but not enough
Mathematician, my friend
My sage alchemist
Tabulate the many minutes
The mystic-filled chances, made of pure gold
In all of the days, but keenly, the nights
That you’ve left my clean heart alone
Moments ago, you were more than this
Now, I’ve run the table
I own what you seek
Knowledge, my darling, to cast my own crown
Black diamonds
My secret
Decode
Thieving we were
Taking back, actually
All the sea had thieved from us
Putting away demanded perfection
This time
Substituting with the misshapen
Summer shoes gone now
We, walking away
Our crime ‘gainst the dark, to pray
Oh, air
Be the mouthpiece
Speak trouble to trouble
Love to love
Circle round treetops
Salute the sun
Bid the grey-skies goodbye
Fill up the space inside our lungs forcing the silence to sing
Lovesongs again
Burst through perceived blockades
Hasten our footsteps back home
Who am I if I
Cannot command the clouds
In this
Her hour of need, and summon from them
A hopeful down pouring
A covenant flood
While she, full of sorrow
Knows, at present, only drought?
Rise! Drink in the day
Fall away abandonment
Never mind the night
In the evening, I sat out, well beyond 8:58
The front porch shadows shielded me
That I might pretend
My bedtime hadn’t come and gone
The smile in my telephone-voice wasn’t masking a mom’s tortured heart
Acceptance would come and those few miles away, would prove okay, someday
Hood ornaments on passing trucks did in no way devastate
This wasn’t the calm before the storm
The temperature wouldn’t dare drop, degree by degree, with each sip of my sleepy-time tea
The gardens weren’t soon going to hell
My choice to survive hadn’t offended my God
Tomorrow, no one would know
He’s maniacal
Satan’s tool, manna from God
He’s maniacal
Rows of tin daisies
Shall decorate my Winter
‘Til Summer at last!
This morning, it seems, these eyes sting of defeat
“Look harder,” the stormy air asks
“See clearly the calm, the victory now, here for the weary faithful.”
It was passive perhaps, to remain on the mat
Yet, that was The Way, way back then
Voracity and patience, be purposeful now
That the challenge of hope, the determined eyes
Shall be the reward, the brass ring
Just pick up your mat
Just see
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