From a place of respect
Not yet ready for the early morning lack
The streets still littered with the chaos that ensued
I close the door
From the other side
I ask, To Whom can I turn
He tells me Yes, and shepherds me to sunlight
I’ll leave you speechless
You try me, I promise you
I befriend crickets
You deserve a storm
Justice-soaked and beautiful
One who bears my name
I’ve come to decide
The crickets’ cry of silence means
I’ve left my beloveds speechless
In the very best way possible
Stunned, like they’d just seen a light
Its source before now unknown
And decisions of whether to fear
Or to collaborate
Are yet unprocessed
I’d never ask you to be invisible with me.
The impossibility of it.
Though, I sometimes summon you silently, then think better of speaking aloud.
But we both hear me, don’t we?
We both know it ends there.
For your magic is more.
Different than my magic is.
You make the good appear.
I make the bad go away.
A resounding No
Punctuating the silence
You made not a sound
Once over her threshold
There was none of the fanciful
Nothing intricate evident
You’d expected to find woven, sugary things
Designed with you in mind
To draw your eye and the rest of you
You’d hoped to see open, airy spaces
Undefined and to your liking
That you’d envision yourself there
How shocking the sole, dusty cobweb
Strewn and hiding across the ceiling
The boxes of dreams on bookshelves and….
Such horror the shut-tight windows
Shushing provocative talk
The exotic stashed away in drawers
Had you not left, but lingered
With utmost courage, stayed to dig, to see
What permanence revealed, what life!