I read
Your words
To tears, silicon drown
In your seas, I read your words
To the Night, and asked it if it would ever
Be light,
I read yours to
The most high,
Did you ever hear him cry?
The depths of
Your soul,
The depths of
Your loss,
Your cross a weight pushing you so low.
Oh these
Private depths not to
Be plumbed,
Journeys of ever
Sorrow, wind about
Tomorrow,
Tomorrow, and the day after next,
Will they lead to
where were you left,
bereft of an
angel on the side of the road?
If we
Could we meet tonight,
Beneath a streetlamp,
To forget
Our sighs, thoughts and dreams, and
Make our
Memories obsolete.
There is lighting in the air,
Thunder was in your soul.
Rain fills the skies,
Lighting was in our eyes.
When all this glory shall pass,
And the fireflies rise and alight
On Grace’s hand, fly
On Lydia’s commands
The seeds that died,
Ashes in the sea,
Watered with this glory
And waves and tides
Over the land
Slowly swell,
Slowly grow, and grow till we
Are covered in living rows.
