Revealed in the Sun
Golden sunlight falls,
Diving to summon color
From a broken world.
Dust blows from the hearth
That lies cold without tending.
The door hangs open.
The roof has fallen
The doll has been abandoned
Torn from her cold hands.
All that time ago
The family took nothing
As they left their home
Tears flowing over skin
Standing in front of that house.
No one stands with her.
Snowfall
Dancers twirling
Before
Landing
A suicidal jump from the clouds.
A ballet of final flight,
Dancing like there's no tomorrow.
White roses land at their feet,
Whistling wind salutes their final bow.
But no one witnesses their final fervor,
Desperate for one last pirouette.
Then accepting the curtains calling,
One last sweep of the arms, one final bow
Of snowflakes falling.
A gentle glory before
Warm earth dissolves the white of snow.
Nothing to memorialize their final dance,
Nothing but wet sidewalks
and water escaping down the drain.
Demons
His whispers rise into the night,
The prayer a thread of sound for any God to pluck.
Soliciting help from any passing ear,
God, Human, or
Demon.
But no wraith takes advantage of his pleas,
The only phantoms are his own.
Cold steals over his heart
Though it remains summer.
And the shadows pull a drawn-out sigh,
Playing at weaving his voice
Into
A tapestry
Of a long-fading faith.
The words are no longer a vessel for worship,
Only habitual mantras.
Words that spill out into empty air
That no will can suppress.
Questions beg answers,
The child in him is asking,
But the conclusions are jaded and weary.
Faith is only what a person believes in,
Nothing here holds his dreams.
No ear lends notice to his words,
No God listens to the thread of his story,
He has no lover or friend to confide in.
His worst fear is to die alone,
Unheard by any but the
stifling summer air.
Words and Water
The words are written in water,
ever changing.
So I beg them to wait,
holding back the river with a dam,
because if I don't capture them now,
they'll be lost forever.
Words are water.
All I wish to do is let them flow,
churning behind my eyes,
they twist and swirl,
complex and changing.
Deep tides that tug at my thoughts,
wait, please wait.
I cannot bear to lose this spring that rushes forth.
And the dam springs leaks.
If it should fall,
I should drown in the current of words,
the shifting courses,
the power,
the beauty,
only to have it end in a desert,
all the water lost
in one magnificent rush.
Wait, Please wait.
But the dam keeps cracking.
So denizens of my mind,
drop everything else and grab buckets and tubs
to capture the words,
Fishermen beware,
a flood is coming,
the words are coming,
They will not wait.
So denizens of my mind,
grab buckets and tubs,
for if we don't capture them now
the water will only be a faded memory,
lost in one magnificent rush.