yesterday’s hope is a mystery walking a hidden line I hold tight in my throat with beauty raging in a torrent below me, tell me when to release as my faith cascades over this roaring masquerade
my simple words - unspoken as time stands still, my heart beats harder until the ties loosen, smoothing the edges unbound in the curve of your lips, leaving my world speechless
cooling whiskey flames pool in the corners of my eyes, drying under the afghan crumpled on the floor where fallen pieces from the puzzle of time count off the ticks of my grandfather clock