What to do with these eyes
Stricken since soon after birth
This beaming
Grin
Staccato-broken by battered hope
These ruining that
Silken, star-reaching
Silhouette
Who is thee
What to do they both wondered
What to do with these eyes
Stricken since soon after birth
This beaming
Grin
Staccato-broken by battered hope
These ruining that
Silken, star-reaching
Silhouette
Who is thee
What to do they both wondered
…and I’ll find my way,
striding on the energy.
Nay -dancing, on it.
Vast and high and great
My expectations in Him
Bring forth the day, then
Neither instinct nor plan
Nor will
Nor wish
Can make what is become not
At your device lies a devious tool
Changing your habit of thought
On this adventure
I cannot venture
Even a backward glance
Hear me press forward
Hopelessly wayward
Deep in this solo dance
The grand truths they tell
The sparkle when they see me
I want, need your eyes
Tell me how you heard
What I said in my sleep
Rule it admissible
From the mahogany
Only over there
Up there
For evermore
You shiny ghosts
Your invisible fists
Your howling silence
Faded
Forgiven
Your absence
In the attic
Is a most welcome presence
draw
out
every
drop
of you
from
inside
that
machine
i will
What you know is there, there is
You sixth-sense the far rumble from many-a-mileWith barometer’s grace, you notice the change
In the air, in your knees, in the bees
An ambery atmosphere resonates nowAs it all becomes new, what you thought you knew
Turns a corner and trouble you findWant turns to need and then back again
The dance in the walk of your days spins, then stumbles
Love lives deep and cannot tell whyThe quiet speech inks the world and your skin
This means everything -beyond that, nothing