Since the body carries ashes,
We can agree on a minute full of silence.
The nightmare that crosses over:
            Now one foot in, one foot out
            And the jealousy’s already set in.
Two foul swoops, one kiss alive
And arms already divide in surrender.

That was the first mistake,
A moment most secure in mind,
                                    In thought,
                                    In heart
Behind a barricade of trembling worlds,
            A shaking utterance of a misspoken exchange.

I mean, what do you say?

            What can you say
            without giving it away?


Into the Broken and Want.
Unto the thought between
            the Memory and the Hopeful.

I saved it all for this.
            When I turn from stars to lights
            and I want sights that behold
            a white light that the purest of
            innocence could not see.
I waited for all this.
And the rest could not stir before the stares could not blink.

The symmetry of a child’s song is the summer’s last fire.
And on this wire is a sorrow’s flaked choke.
Passion’s thread through a needle’s eye
where we sat on a rock beneath the
            olive branch to listen to
            the beard of wisdom.

The adrenaline like a hyper fly’s flight,
and those two birds crossed on the same powerline
            could feel the Earth tremble
            when our minds could not.
It was all in time, I know.

I rustled the trees
and the child did know it was time to leave.
This plundered sigh – a harvested verse ripped from the Truth.