Chiming bells toll of the purest love so rings
This simple gift then given, stands the humble and courageous apart
Deny of the pain empty sorrow may bring.
Enrich the lives of others, to a path they too can chart.

Rest easy in the nights escape hear the angels gather and sing
To put right the days recompense, a legacy all blessed souls can start
Then finding our queue preserved eternally and at peace
'neath the feet of our god, then on to our heavenly mark

Stars make everything, do they not?
As they never die, they forever live to
create cusps in time with their glitter-
exploding silently, just for a moment’s sake.
From staring contests to unseen phenomena,
the stars shoot through flesh
to bring forth frisson, and whatever else
has been missing.
Together, galaxies intersect internally
and become a wondrous monogamy
through one, sudden burst-
Stars do make everything.

Cold bleak winter rain has fallen
On your velvet hair and skin;
Once a masterpiece in color,
Now washed clean and white again.

Visions paint a flower of beauty
From your love grown through the years;
Now within my storm of silence,
Petals shake from all my tears.

Through the pain I see a rainbow
Where you’ve found the pot of gold;
From your non-regretful outlook,
And your selfless servant mold.

Locked in the basement

There’s a dying bird in the basement-
Yet I’m far too tired to go down and chase it.
This corvid has followed me since I was a child,
I admit that I fed it, unaware that it was wild.
Like a thick black blanket — all of these crows
They stood like Gargoyles, over my childhood home.