Calm & Tears

Blare a clarinet and hike serenity, draping both mind and soul.

Infuse infinity—a beating vibe, vox, and veil. I see her wiping

glass and buffing mirrors. I kneel and touch a pavement, ever

through her eyes, absorbed and semi-intoxicated. She smiles

and turns left, gripping both palm and wrist. What is forever—

aflame two souls? I groan a tender call, aloft a Ghost. She

sighs and whispers, “Jesus.” Awake us, and ever this match to

strike, afire such storm. Our pain the pangs of birth, a dreary

season, where fears wax and welt a soul. But here’s a brooch

and star; and ever this life: a steady affliction: a daily triumph.

Where still, a pavement of tears: a season of scars and stress.

So blaze a flute and strum a harp, ever to sing of pure glory; for

pain is segue, a route to moments of bliss, where peace yields

the deepest calm.