There’s no master plan
Each moment fades into past
Make the most of now

As acid rain from your closed eye,

An acre of rainforest falls each

Second, Earth's tears bleeding,

For, all you see is grey.

Etched under my skin
Flame roses blister

The scars on the
Palms of my hands
Bleed stigmata thorns

My eyes freeze to crystal
The tears 'round my throat
Are fashioned in
Black lace obsidian

My lips, the color of
Amber and fire
Are vows never broken

I perceive with the
Ears of prophets
And the vision of
Angels falling

I speak with the tongues
Of solar flares

The light finds me
Pierced with many sorrows
While in darkness
I'm stanchioned at
The fork in the path
Within the garden
Of Good & Evil

My moons are scarlet
My stars are cold
My suns are silver

And
Beaten

GOLD


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 2015
Revised 2018

I scribbled you love
the only way I knew how—
in verses and rhyme.

Found my handwriting
on discarded scrap paper...
didn’t even blink.

Hit me.

Let me have
something to take
my mind off
everything else.