Lately everywhere I go
I see nothing but a pale face,
I see your face, my face,
his face, her face and their
face. The brows are low
but the lips are up! Here
we beat the wind of
tomorrow and look up to
the gray sky for a simple
answer. But nothing in
life is never that simple.
Everything is blurred;
captured in slow motion.
I place my hand on a child
looking to be blessed. A
woman sits in silence but
her prayer is thunderous.
So strong as if breaking
down the walls of Jericho.
We light a candle for the
dead. I light a candle for
my brother. It is his face
that I see. I hear the voice of
Callas, intruding into my
thoughts but giving me
solace. Died of a heart attack
it is said. He put a bullet
in his head. You were both
cremated. I wish to be
dressed in white when I
am burned.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
Lately everywhere I go
I see nothing but a pale face,
I see your face, my face,
his face, her face and their
face. The brows are low
but the lips are up! Here
we beat the wind of
tomorrow and look up to
the gray sky for a simple
answer. But nothing in
life is never that simple.
Everything is blurred;
captured in slow motion.
I place my hand on a child
looking to be blessed. A
woman sits in silence but
her prayer is thunderous.
So strong as if breaking
down the walls of Jericho.
We light a candle for the
dead. I light a candle for
my brother. It is his face
that I see. I hear the voice of
Callas, intruding into my
thoughts but giving me
solace. Died of a heart attack
it is said. He put a bullet
in his head. You were both
cremated. I wish to be
dressed in white when I
am burned.