Let there be Justice
  on Tom Sawyer's river.

Let Jim go.
He is tired of being hunted.

All we ever wanted is flashing at us.

Wide and long.

We sunk our roots down in it.
Sail away mystic love.
Slip July Medallions in pure mountain water. I saw you dazzle.

Carry me through.
I know you're out there.
Observing. Radiant. Complete.

All I ever wanted.

Clarity. Shine.

Her smile clinging to my ribs like part of me.

A place to write it clean.
No judgment.

Simple clear flow vanishing me with words dripping from your eyes,

they say so much

hardly a grasp
around
hidden continent

frontiers of silence
still begging for voice

I am full.
Tears of everything falling for us.

One day soon

Lord,

let me
remember

how to carve you
right

in melodic tones

only to

heal

stolen waters

and

voice your compassion

in secret ways

bringing voice back to her eyes
in calm splinters of scripture light.