you are an
exfoliant;
coarse and fine
you scrape me raw
painfully
but in the end
your sharp cuts
hide an ointment
and my soul
thanks me for you;
for this change,
a renewal,
healing after
necessary
destruction
(out with the dead,
in with the new)

but the only thing thats moving
are my thoughts,
they race ahead and below
and i've given up tracing
the trail they blaze before
without a doubt
burning out

the sound of the highway outside
whispers through this rain-tapped glass:

quiet and fleeting and constant,
so like wind and rain and nature,
ebbs and flows, soothes with those
highs and lows and breaks—

with no telling when it will end,
just a rhythm like sleepy breaths,
a lullaby in the making

i prefer this noise to silence
outside my window in that dark;
a vast world alive and vibrant
while i slip into muted dreams

there is a glow about you today
a warm sun blanketed in sky-gray
and though the world still spirals
for a second, with you, i can forget