mother scrubbed minds
gleaming halos of godshine
seen by no one
but fellow travelers
on the path of sheepy knee walk
grinning at the alter of a butcher,
giving thanks
for their divine lobotomies

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

I have been watching

as the tendrils of life

drift off and away

casting shadows

on her soul

in a waning light

I felt the touch of faith

nails indented my knees

and palms, now laying down

I feel my heart shift

into a peaceful stillness

slowly it started

sliding in a sepia light

I now held her hand

tracing the infinity symbol

into her palm

now we silently wait

as death dances in the shadows

Falling to the earth
The ground caught me
I absorbed the sun rise
Inhaled cool fog
Felt dawn on my skin
Leafs blow from messy hair
Morning dew tingling on my feet
Wind becoming a sweet song
Blowing through the trees
Birds soaring overhead
My eyes so open
I found new beauty
Stretching my wings in sunlight
Nature whirling around me
Clouds so inthralling
I catch wind
Feathers flutter
Like hundreds of butterfly's
I make stride
Take air
Flying into cyrulian