You bring the color to my eyes
Giving life to an empty form
On the canvas stretched by God’s hands
paint me something beautiful

Rock me to the harmony of your soul
I cannot help but dance
to the rhythm of your love
as it sings the hymn of my heart

By the morning and the light
The bringer of life gives back
a day to stand before You
unveiled, touched, praying
Praise be to You who blessed
me with another waking

I have been asleep
In a dream that I believed in
and I’d captured scenes
that fooled me out of reason
upon the place I stood before
I fall on battered knees

I’ve seen the end so clearly
I ran with them, to You. They
who were the faithful,
they that followed truth...
blind are we by the light
or darkness, we all fall to ruin

What right do dreams have
wandering and imagining
such glory as to be the one
who speaks the truth of You
What remark have my lips parted
or refrained, to earn the words of You?

What right does my heart have
to this yearning for Your guidance
The one whose hand does hold the glory
of the morning, and the tide
In them are signs for us who wonder
we too will fall and rise

Where the lines blur, and pages end
where I cannot see a future anymore
for us
where the light and darkness come
and pass as time, here it is only grey
inside

There used to be a window where
a sparrow hid at light-crack by the sill
and sang
shrilly in the morning, he would sing
calling in the light of God, he’d sing
for us

The silence has grown thick, shaved ragged
potential, daydreams posed as promises
sharp was the resonation of our love
sharp are vile weapons and words drawn
between us now

Betrayal finds its way upon my tongue
I’d spit it out before it turns to venom
I’d have to say you’re poison to me now
left with nothing but constriction and a
failing heart

Were you my elixir, but a count of days before?
How sweet the lily of the valley’s scent
how pure is her white compilation of
forever restfulness, the peaceful trickery
and death

I’d say it’s time to lay this love to rest
Place flowers at the feet of mounds of earth
seal the wound of expecting hearts, we were
bleeding fluid prayers upon the stones
Attempting to bring the dead
Back to life

What can I say?
You have
outsmarted all my metaphors
and all of my clichés
are insulting to your love
I wouldn’t write another poem
telling you how much I care
I can’t say again I love you
in any other way
How do I
describe the color
of your soul; that light
No winter sends
shivers up my spine
the way your eyes do

and the fertile raindrop-whispers
falling on my ears
there’s no autumn, or spring
to show me life like your heart does
no sun could match
the summer of your love

What can I say?
I had no words left
to hide behind
So I ran, but
where wouldn’t you find me
in a world that revolves around
you and I?
and so you found me
and where I lay
didn’t drag me out
didn’t sweep me off my feet
but lay shaking
beside me

I miss the Ivy
I miss not knowing
I miss their love, for what it was worth
I miss my family
I miss the light, in my
mother's eyes. And I,
miss places that I have never been
and never will be
Because with my expectations,
They've changed.

I miss dancing
Swinging my arms wildly
Grasping for God.
I miss my dreams
at night and day
I miss the color of
my impractical endeavors
that lightened the gravity
Of my existence.

I miss the colors of autumn
And the smell of the wetness
Of settling Earth
And leaves
I miss the colors
That come from inside.
I miss the wind and
Never cursing it.

I miss the indulgence
Of my own insanity,
Finding it is the farthest
from sin.
I miss knowing
The road to God
I miss the traces and shadows
Of heaven in the
righteous' eyes. And I
I miss him, and her
And them.

I set the kettle
down
that aroma
that rose
on the steam
those sage and honey
scented memories
come back to me
so suddenly
I could hardly stand
to keep myself
composed
I remembered
vividly
our kitchen
the cabinets
that held
all of my dreams
that knife
block full of
my secrets
a sink
running water
to rinse away
your criticism
and fill me
with
regret