Grace

Grace Aug 2021

break

I speak of hope
like the dawn it comes, there, on the horizon

Grace Aug 2021

beckon

in the darkness of my doubts and troubles hums a songbird

Grace Aug 2021

Beacon

he glowed more than any god ever could - ever dared to;
it was no curse that I could not look away.

Grace Aug 2021

Armageddon Summer

Wildfires,
wildflowers -
pretty petals,
singed in hours.

Mrs. Rain,
quite contempt,
depriving pain
the rain exempt.

Lady Summer,
draped in dew,
eyes of light
a time anew.

Laird of wind
you may go
and blow as far
as I can throw
and while you whip
and hum and lash
would you mind a little bash
of the flames, though they are nice -
I think one wildfire will suffice.

Grace Aug 2021

wild fires

My street blazes orange
the lake hides in misery
the sky is beige
with the fires of a hot world

Grace Aug 2021

It was love

They embraced. Two bodies clashing together, silencing the cheers and holding onto eachother as if the world burned around them in triumph and destruction.

Grace Jul 2021

Life

The lines of her hands had been born with her before the finger prints
her eyes had settled blue when she first opened them
the dimples came when she was a few months old
and her name was the signature of Artemis herself -
loved completely as she slept in the womb of women
loved abundantly when her cries of life echoed in the ripples of Narcissus's reflection

she was purest the moment breath came into her
and most peaceful when the last sigh escaped her ancient lungs