Finding

Oh, melt me with fervent heat!
Roll me together as a scroll
and fashion my ore anew
for her sight.
Undimmed.
Forever.

For your departure

I prepare for your departure
stripped of all shelter and refuge.
Mute and desperate in a rising sea-
flailing heart, gasping eyes…
then
everything trapped beneath a
silent glacier that forms and recedes again and again-
ten thousand years in a single breath-
to grind and polish my mountain, my desire, my
dream-
into a canyon.
Fashioned for God’s waters to run down.
One day to feed your garden
where we will smile
and love
and remember.

The Inevitable Outcome

One day I found you
in topaz gleaned from grayness on bent knees.
Inadequate hands clasping bright hope before it
arcs out over the sudden edge.
This inevitable outcome.

And now, the chasm of longing between each finger has a sound-
like a brittle sky full of burden.
And now-
no solace in these stars, harder than topaz
and more fractured than all those stones-
or stumbling fingers having
nothing to touch.

The Sound

I’ve heard this sound before-
so many times that its
shape has become your body,
your voice,
your eyes
telling me that
it
is not to be found here-
where warm slashing wind cuts channels
between my forehead and the moon-
and stars wash away into a weightless sea.

And I remember each one.
And how it felt to die.

One Reason

Desire catches the vanes of my heart-
patiently, slowly turning it on an axis to
face you- my north, my south, my east, and west.
Every direction and path bound into this one thing-
one reason, one dancing hope, as a star
to embrace in life,
to embrace in death-
to awake forever and ever
as one-
bound by the wind.

After the Fire

My heart marks the compass
and sees in every valley,
on every hill,
blackness.
The scorching of arrogant and weak growth.
The unseen sweeping hand of
quick biting mercy
prepares the land now folded in weeping-
for Eden

Run!

The Dance

Impossible light
just beyond the periphery of this heart,
illuminating her dance as weightless and silent,
turning small circles into a broad expanse-
a glowing horizon.
A terminus of hope.
A joyful stumbling.
A distant glimpse to see
her run endlessly through this field-
forever returning home
to an impossible light at the beginning
of every day’s end.

to the merciful sky.

Visitation

She breaks through the overcast heart
and hangs a thousand rainbows
on these hooks of sorrow.
Then laughing,
departs.