What stone knows
patiently sitting beneath
the world,
waiting for someone to answer
its cry.

How stone feels being chipped away,
separated by time.

Subatomic wails of unimaginable love, stoning me against
an iron wall.

Pieces of treasures no one can see.
All glinting for the silence of God.

Continents of song crying from a rough place.

Who would have thought how stone could sing?

I saw marks where the beast left its claw tracks in her vengeful eyes.

Heavy traffic filling her lanes, left hand holding her tired, sweaty head.

I felt gracious fingers graze outside her walls in which tenderness was denied access.

Follow the claw,
watch it divide.

Dollar signs in her eyes made her Insanely blind.

She broke free, a mechanic bull when day closed his burning eyes letting the lead foot do its speedy dance.

I felt the ****** fingers of compassion cruising down her rough exterior never giving up.

I witnessed the wide pool of love
quaking outside her gates.

I dove in and prayed for everyone.

I stared hard into the Sun
needing to know
a place before the wars
in a simpler time,


when black holes
ejected callous words
speared out from hell.

I stared hard into the Sun,
found a hidden palace of love
in a place waiting for my forgiveness.

My keys were twisted,
my mind mixed up
spears multiplying by themselves.

When the Sun spoke to me,
I vanished from the world
No longer what I was.

Now only veins of light
flowing,

echoes of a language
only tears of remembrance
can write.

My heart carved out for a new star to shine.

All my wounds, dissolved.

Still, nothing is easy in a upside down world.

Even for angels who remember the back door in their hearts lead to the gentle stare pouring forth from The kind and gentle Sun.

I brought humility to your gracious doorstep, but I cannot shake off the place you showed me that still burns behind Lion eyes.

What was that place with rainbow winds beneath a pure waterfall that magically danced with my being for days and endless hours?

A place away where we all have sprung.

Majestic voice of my only dream.

To be whole in the wonderful place of your full presence.

Let us flame again, and without hesitation bolt directly to the center.

Think of tenderness
as moon

bright coin
rolling tricks in space

7 billion eyes
roaming her love,

Given by Sun-
Even She by distance feels bruised.

Magnetic pulling
effecting entire oceans.

Tides inside us
responding, rising

leaving heavenly echoes
spread out

among lavender sand.

Who still remembers
popcorn ceiling busting open,
Starry Stallions galloping curiosity,
all wonders glinting from every direction?

Who still remembers
Fireflies of ignited love
with puzzling flights aglow,
Working magic spells before their eyes?

Who still remembers
Eggshell sensitive
before the stomping?
All curving smooth white
like secret globe orbiting perfect space.

Who still feels quaking aspens
speak God's name on a wind we all travel through?

I can hear it louder than ever before, now that I have returned to you.

Except now,
All your magical spells
bring floods from my humble eyes.