I’m
unpolished, reading sonnets, spent on love; and there
you
are, a fan of fiction, peering into reality. I sing for
lost,
to hewn a diamond, staring at black coal. Its fumes
and
flames, staggering while sober, torn for surprise.
You
yank and mold, driven through spirit, channeled
through
cries. I awaken, to chisel concrete, to touch an
abstract
thought. Its rays of rain, trekking railroads,
stopping
at an impasse. I see you, pitching coins, flooding
a
would-be pound. Our hour is soft, fraught with few
words,
to tillage silence. I can’t escape, a hurtful vibe,
running
westward. We disappear, to an empty track, three
miles
apart. We’re spinning near, to
tip a fringe,
falling
unto grace. I spot a smile, but sore eluded, swatting
at
demons. You hold a cross, to utter life, speaking in
Scriptures.
Time lilts, a bleeding sky, to nurture for souls.
I’m
keen for lost, but ever found, dancing a new person.
We
disappear, to puncture clouds, wrapped in sky-rays. It’s
torn
a phoenix, to fire wings, swarming a tornado. I look
for
rings, to capture sight, and you appear.
