Up

in a lacy cup
count the stars in the Milky Way
look on the other side of day
and watch the sun rise rolling up

watch the sun rise
movement sliding, smooth lifting free
a stutterless grace, immense– we
stand lost beneath the passing skies

beneath callous skies
how does conscious thought stand before
endless time with its silent roar
of dark, unfathomable size

light sparks blinks then dissolves from sight
one point pricking holes through the night

Words Flow Free

open your doors ram your way through
dam the truth and tell known lies
wait for the sun to hold the sky
while words with words color you blue

words with words will color you blue
and therein lies the battered core
once grief begins to open doors
one weeps because these debts come due

one weeps when buried debts come due
life does not love the stoic face
nor hates the tears that leave their trace
but let’s us slide beneath the truth

I write because these words must be
grief unbound allowed to flow free