Let me once more wake in my
Grandparent's dusty home.
Baths in the sink, belly out,
cereal on the table.
Petting the big brown dog;
putting my fingers in his mouth
to feel the warmth of his tongue.
******* on lemons;
picking out their seeds
with my small hands.
No thoughts of loss,
no thoughts of war.

The sky is falling!
Oh wait it's just the rain of the clouds
Or the tears of my eyes?
Either way the darkness is consuming me
And everything is breaking
breaking
breaking apart and away
Drifting through the rivers of tears and the broken pieces of my heart,
Cutting my body as it falls slowly along with its best friend Gravity.
The crimson ribbons string out
Staining my skin
Scarring my soul.
The sky is falling!
Or is that the heaviness of your words
Pulling down on me like the wind on a delicate flower
Or the chains on an inmate
The sorrow swallows everything in its path
Taking me with it
I'm in a black hole
With no escape
No way out
As I scream it comes back to slap me
And the purple bruise slowly rises
As my body contorts and stretches the way it  never should.
The sky is falling!
Or is that just drowsiness I get
From popping the next pill
And the next
And the next
And the next is a little harder to swallow
Because my body shuts down
And I'm finally comfortable in the dark
It is now my home as I lay before You.
My eyes drift closed and the ribbons are much larger now
Surrounding every inch of me and past me as finally
The sky is falling.

Simoom*, desert wind
from ravaged realms
through spacious skies
bear every sacred grain
to enduring fields
where amber waves
root in the fruited plain
sweet mercy nourish
shed its grace on thee
reveal our good
through brotherhood
from wasteland
to the sea.