The smallest pieces of life contain laws written in stone
for the world to lose interest in kind.
They can be easily read in the dark then left to remain
as still as a man
who is more than just a bit color-blind.

Sometimes I sit within varied distances from it all,
breaking into my life,
when all I want to do is advise
the sun to shine.  
Because I know, a smile can make a break
flourish into the clearing
we can only hope to find.

I realize how fantastically black the sky can be
and how its state
saves all the words of love
and their simplicity.
Secrets granted from them sometimes say
that life is not fair
when it pierces the souls’ of you and me.

Bound inside a myriad of righteousness
we tried a million times
to offer up the friends of our needs.
Until honesty went down on its knees
seeking to live on the conviction it studies,
in order to continue to breathe.

I have pulled repeatedly from the prayers
I held deep inside mirrors,
in order once again to find my shining sun.
However, often, overturning truth
is a journey best remembered as a failure,
failing to reach out or help a single one.

Can all judgment be silent and still believed
when it comes in on the emotions
we sometimes bend into a shield?  
Stranger in your sight is how they burn,
even when your body moves to erase the way
last night made you feel.

Sometimes I wonder if each page of life
that wanders sincerely into light,
finds the  deepest waves of darkness
attempting to recreate streams of painful fire.
Is the light’s glory not held inside a sea of calm
you would swim to acquire?

I love falling without expectations,
seeing yes in the garden of your eyes.
Being blinded
as if the earth moved
when we are sharing
the same sweet skies.

I love feeling as if I have been struck
clear to my soul.
When I run headlong into your arms and find
the half of me that is,
only with you, becomes whole.

I love the moments when I can sit very still
and get lost in the light of you.
The brilliancy of your heart
outshines any diamond  
in expressions of love’s hue.

I love how you roll into the air
as a whispered voice,
from lips confessing love reigns
inside your heart.  
The sound takes me places  
where my heart leaps to start.

I love waiting to relive  the treasure
of velvet minutes I hold of you
in my memory.
They are the sweetest interruptions
and I will embrace them
forever, lovingly.

I am an Alkonost, my voice moves you in a trance.
Your mind becomes a clouded sky
when you hear my voice singing
through your confidence.

I can see the state of your soul
as I look into your eyes,
watching you bow to the sun
while dreaming of my song,
of love pursued by sighs.

You see a lovely woman
with lips pressed against each second
lying before you,
not my feathers completing a circle
emptying into all you view.

My voice scratches at the window
of your day
and watches you fall
into my existence.
I sing into your fantasies
always in motion
with no resistance.

You sail the high seas,
upon whose waves
you should never turn your back.
I am the mother
who leaves her young there,
you best be careful
when they hatch.

I am an Alkonost,
my song moves you to remember
nothing but me.
Tonight,
my young call to be born,
oh sailor,
do not sail upon
these troubled seas.

I saw you
with someone last night
but it's alright.

I do not understand.

I would not.

I could  not.