It occurred to me this morning
As I shuffled under the sheets of his skin
That if he was Fat Man,
I was Nagasaki
And if he was Little Boy
I was Hiroshima.

Because in the end
I will be the one with the disintegrated body
And deformed children of memories
And he will fly free,
The mushroom cloud of my soul's ambition
Billowing in the distance.

1.
He sings
And burns in his old age
Raging against an ever so slowly
Dying light
Slowly laying to sleep
seemingly quiet, across a frozen horizon.

2.
She in an intermittent flow
Heals, and brings about a glow
With bonds of cold ice
Illuminating everything that is
until she too lies
In a deep sleep

3.
Now against
An eternally never ending frontier
Of circling dreams, collapsing
At the discovery of receding howls
And a charred sea of amber light

4.
These two inch towards each other
Ever so slightly, ever so slowly
Until they soon meet
And hold at each other
At what is a perfect
Complete, connecting
Eclipse.

i didn’t want rain.
i wanted beauty.
i wanted to see the rising sun
touch the blooming flowers
and i wanted to fall in love
with the glow of the sunset.
but it rained.
maybe i needed the rain,
because i needed to remember
that rain makes
the blooming flowers grow
and rain brings rainbows
and it washes away the
ugliness and brings back beauty.
and maybe i needed the rain
to remind me that i won’t always
be broken, that the brokenness
will be made whole, that this
season one day will be a dim memory,
that You will wipe away my tears,
that You make it rain on my heart
so that flowers can bloom in it,
so rainbows can fill the
skies of my soul.
maybe i just needed it to rain.