"Burn bright",
said the
never-burning
ever-learning
Neverlight.

"You're a universe",
she did
converse.

"I'll be your witness",
smiled she
in the stillness.

"So shine bright",
said the
never-burning
now gone out
Neverlight.

I will try.
I will reach for the sky.

I will shine bright.

Good night,
and thank you,
dear
     Neverlight.

No more sorrow
No more holes
No more broken things—
like souls

No more chains
No more rust
No more death—
that turns to dust

No more pain
No more fear
No more shame—
with hidden tears

He came
He came
He came

I spilled some blood on the bathroom floor, mama,
But I swear it was an accident.
See, my hand slipped across porcelain, mama;
My skin tore like satin.

The paint flowed like a river then, mama,
And colored me a crimson sunset.
Oh, but it made such a mess, mama,
And I know messes make you upset.

So close your eyes, mama,
'Cause you're weeping red and the tears might stain.
Red for your lost love and red for scarlet fire,
and red for the young rose cut from the briar.

Maybe now I could be poetry, mama
The type you wrote about in your younger days.
Golden sun swallowed in carmine, mama
With its last rays dying in a blaze.