In the mist of shapeful clouds,
in the midst of a friend's grieving,
opened a fist of one lower than
the cherub's wrist outstretched.
Adrift, a story of comfort
exists to ensure her:
blessed is her loved one passed.

I notice,
while sitting with a pen,
harvesting words
for the task I was given,
fantastic dreams
of ****** exploration,
unobtainable and maybe unrequited,
cloud my mind
with a most fatal attraction.

One
two
infinity.
Ask and receive.
If only words could come to life
through this screen.
A truthful miracle
I'd wish for over thrice.
Hundreds of squared pixels
can only hide
a greater beauty
whose words it relays.
Even if to be seen once.

Magic lost behind
two black panes 'fore sultry white
e'er hiding her soul.

Lovin' you is easy 'cause you're easy*
Mirrored instruction on both sides
of a countless-sided sword
toil the earth,
so all that grows
believes,
as if it's truth,
because lovin' you is easy 'cause you're easy.

Her voice echoed
(in remembrance)
from the past
(in passing)
of today
(in glorified celebration)
for centuries to come.

Three years now I have followed
the path in which You've set.
Great milestones have been met
but the anchor's chain still drops.

The year before last,
challenges were external.
At a time, post-vernal,
the flood began, sans-ark.

Simple words assailed in waves,
ignored through red-skied mornings.
Ignominy aborning, through lovely scornings,
a reflective pool showed the two visibles.

My path had grown dark between lamposts
the distances grew with self isolation.
Without light, advances cause irritation--
with light I can see my fright.

To all I've hurt,
and for all it's worth,
my robbery of mirth
requires penance.

This pen knots the future,
a copy to be sent in turn,
for my lost friends to learn
the pain one wields with a pen.