(no subject)
i don't need a thousand words to describe how time
sounds when it circles and cycles around your head at
three or four in the morning. bare feet on the stairs
and voices outside walking home run together then elide:
a heavenly harmony the guards of eden forgot to hide.
i heard that at night when it's just you at the altar
you sing in bright beautiful tones about loss and
you look so clean in the light. maybe sometime i can
bow my head and pretend to pray while you sing about
crossing over. & then everything you intended to say
locked up in miracles and parables and the light of day
will leak out and burst forth in promise and color