Things

One wounded bird
lost in the sky
sings the song
lullay la by
and echos back
to beating wings
broke beyond
the flying things

One wounded bird
lost in the sky
sings the song
lullay la by
and echos back
to beating wings
broke beyond
the flying things

Sentinel

The Tower

Tear down the alter built with your wishes
let go the slaves who carried your dreams
fold up the day you spread like a blanket
smooth 'cross the morning
and ripped at night's seams
smile at your demons
who stare from the deepness
of still standing water drowning your praise

sever the kite strings
tied to your mourning
swallow the blood
then slide 'cross the blade

What Beauty Born

What beauty born

rooting your days
to the dry
spreading your losses
in loosed winds

ugly rivers down in tongues

You arch across the day
from morning to moon
tempting a tremble
tempting a fall

 much ado about decay

but what beauty born 

Mysterious Ways

She travelled at night
collecting confessions
tossed each regret 
in an apron of sky
shook all the blossoms
from trees not yet blooming
fed them to birds
who could no longer fly
polished the dreams 
she found on the sea shore
offered them back
to an ocean of days
ignited the light
that was caverned in darkness
ended beginnings
in mysterious ways