How much easier it is to follow you
In grinding hurt and pain;
How much brighter and clearer the light doth shine
When night has come again;
I seek no answers except my own, and it is readily
A resounding, ‘yes!’ And ‘hurry, please,
Rescue me with all speed,’
I see the clearest surrenders from the foggiest of seas
Knowing who you are is easy, but not when to leave.
You open the door, I stand and call; invite you in, to stay, to grow.
My God and King, the light unto my path.
I will follow the lights back.
“You can’t miss anyone while you’re sleeping.”
I closed my eyes. That isn’t true.
I’ve spent hundreds of years searching for you.
Missing you in valleys, in dungeons, in endless time
Every single night in the dark mazes of my mind.
I can lay me down to sleep, aye, and even dream
But missing you is a longing that pervades even sleep.
it has been long
since i described
the currents tugging
behind my eyes
it has been warm and slow, like honey
warmed by sunlight, heavy like money
coins of silver, gold and ruin
blood of mercury, poisoned by humans.
tears spring to my eyes, a widowed surprise
have i misheard this whisper-flow?
my heart has freed, a bittersweet memory
and yet untainted by the past.
i did not know this aloha could last
i see a beautiful tree, leaves
tumbling from its boughs
outstretched limbs, relief in letting go
a burden never meant to carry
she lets the breeze
borrow the load;
she lets the river
carry off her sorrow.
each crumbling memory
no longer rooted in pain
an autumn death which
brings renewal and
I did not think I could be knocked down again
But time and again now I have found
Myself near edge of being drowned
Taught this well, re-instructed and blessed
Learn-ed by life’s patient fists.
I keep my face above the waves
Just barely, by effort of prayer and strain
Like sand through an hourglass.
Someday my buoyancy won’t last.
I simply want to peruse the view
Circle ’round the vultures, catch the pieces they strew.
A syllable here, a vowel or two,
The cannibalized chunks of the wording we do.
I’m waiting for permission, but they’re circling lower
They don’t want to share
And that’s fair
But I’m starving.