The almond ornaments wrinkle under my hand
as I caress our fertile flower so strong and...
The day mourned as if every tree base
was a rueful cry that became softened...
My cross feels much heavier
than any weight I've pulled before...
Life is an unfinished composition
a trembling earthquake of dissonances...
I take for him the auburn leaves
basking in premature mists of December...
You taught me how to
climb a ladder into the sky...
Our Lord,
You have a grander star for us, your children...
The wooden house crumbles
underneath the weight of misery...
Crystal balls saunter
sapphire snow angels turn...
You wallow in your cocoon
a musky scarlet tongue...
Heroic leaves mourn with my skin
as we both wrinkle past the fabrics of time...
I enter the confessional
longing for repentance...