No light to guide, no hope to find, In the abyss, l'm confined.
The darkness whispers, cold embrace, In every shadow, I see my face. Bound by chains of endless night, The struggle fades, devoid of light.
The pain, the pain, the beautiful pain, A constant presence, a binding chain.
In depths of obsidian, I remain, The shadows have won, and here I stay.

Lord, sift your comb
Through my thoughts;
Untangle them like
Unruly locks of hair.
Trace gentle circles
Along my back; sooth
All the worries that are
Groundless in Your love.

~
She smiles only in pictures
Her hair is growing long

With eyes closed
Au coucher du soleil
Her voice is dulcet
Her laugh is nexus

"Take me with you," she says.
"We'll make kites, we'll steal land."

The gentle arrival of rain
In the blue hour of
The portrait gallery
Makes her qualified to dream
About a serenade of water
And the blueberry boat
~