when I view the sky
a puffy cloud a blue
so nice I see
your smile

in the sun in the middle
of the day or the moon
at the middle of night
I notice your
silhouette

when I contemplate the heavens
peace I feel your arms around me
when I smile I feel your love
and holiness
I am all
I will ever be

because
of you.

philosopher
poet  necromancer
I be

always something
on my mind
rest

is something I get
passing out
the best of me

is left in my dreams

starsinwindows
well one
sharing the frame with a crescent moon
and  
walls that separate my soul
from heat or cold or knowledge daily
air condition me
electrify my conscience with a box of
dot images
usually the view in the window I
never have paid attention to
until the large truck ran up the telephone pole down the street
I never noticed all those wires over me, also,
until they are down all over like spiderwebs
didn't pay attention to how many trucks go through here
but now there's like four hundred backed up all the way to the horizon
to the county line by the river
and the river is swelling threatening to crest her banks
I'm noticing now so many things now that
my internet and tv are off. How and why
have I not seen before?
And questioning
what I thought was important.

her first cry

never   teared your eyes


her first smile

never   dimpled your cheeks


her first giggle

of joyous recognition

never   mothered your heart


her first word

never   tickled your ears


her first step

never   reached your arms



almost



a prayerful pause ~ spindles time

through its aperture ~ she has your eyes !

‘tho a minutest inflection ~ you see your face !

what joyous recognition ~ self ~ in-dwelt

her flutter ~ divinely felt



You named her   Grace



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