Talk of night.

Speak in starlight
listen closer,

while the moon keeps
changing faces
dancing around
the earth.

Higher than eagles.

Waiting for the sun
to tommy gun it all.

Bullets of scattering
slicing away words
branching down
livid leader of flames

Toast me
golden brown.

Talk of Sky.

Cursive feathers
white ink performing introspection.

Ear on fire
eating Psalms
at night and for breakfast.

Tongue of clarity
water so clean
I can't stop crying.

Sparrows flying across white ink
wing bars trap me to the promise
of her freedom,

eagles soaring  above them
calling them higher.