My Fears

Dear lover,
I dreamed once
that love could coexist
with my moving feet

I dreamed bright and holy
desiring to differentiate
between the closing of the eyelid
and blackness.
I wanted the stopping
the sleeping
but none of the blindness.

My heart,
love is nothing more than an
infiltrator
our blood has not yet recognized
The breathy prayer for harmony between
keeping oneself
and losing oneself
alternatively

Love
is hallow tree,
full of songbirds.
We are woodpeckers
trying desperately to break in,
hoarse with destruction.

The Truth About Death

I once said that death was a silent ocean- that it pulls you away and drowns you in midnight secrecy. But I was wrong. It's walking beneath trees of shrieking birds with tears streaming down your face.

One night
quite similar to this
Your room was the color of thunderstorms

We sat on the porch,
wrapped ourselves with blankets
and whispered
like the distant thunder

It's cloudy again
The thunder ever closer
why is it you never ask me what's wrong?
and we talk so much less than we used to?

it's not like we don't see each other
because we do

all the time

it's just-
you don't see me as clearly
when the sun is shining.

Winter

Its a winter
like the one you disappeared into
Only this time,
I am hiding my face beneath sheets
like a burial
under plastered prayers

Somewhere
A girl is tearing apples
from a tree
Placing pieces of her heart up
in their stead
to attempt to make sense
of the branches emptiness
But no number of apologies
poured over its roots
Can block out the sounds they make in the night

Oh brave warrior,
You were always rushing water
I, the heavy fingertips.
These forests
they pull blood from my cheeks
and bones from my closet
I'm just calling
to stop the room from spinning

Please,
let me set these mountains down.

Your Hands

I hibernate in the creeks
That run through your palms;
Tracing parallel passages
Only gypsies can read.
Like hushed songs of hallelujah,
We make angels of quiet snow
Racing through ripples as they melt in your heat
Every word you say
makes me feel safe,
Sings me to sleep.

The Earth Just Keeps Spinning

I know a ghost who's made of trees.
I visit him with memories of when he could breathe.
He opens his mouth in hopes of rebirth
He opens his mouth but there's nothing but earth.

I know a bird who's made of stone
I visit him with memories of blood and of bone
He opens his mouth in hopes to sing
He opens his mouth but there's nothing but trees

I know a girl who's made of glass
I visit her with memories from the past
She opens her mouth in hopes of home
She opens her mouth but there's nothing but stone.

I know a boy who was made from dirt
A breath from God, he forms the earth
He opens his mouth but he's never sure.
He opens his mouth but there's nothing but her.

Happy Anniversary

There are charcoal suns
Compassionate, bewildering beasts
That stomp through corners with righteous fury.
But when put to sleep,
It is the thunder from your ocean that lulls me to meet them.
You once told me I was the light spilling between cracks in the shutter.
But I am merely
moonlight.
I may only gain my light from you.
It is the interaction of these,
that gives the world a reason to look up.