You keep pushing her down
even though she rises above...

You nudged me in white rings of escape,
my fingers drifting across your hazel drops...

A light flickers on,
reflections taint soil...

He slashed through the storm,
slitting open vaporous eyes...

I am staring at an unbalanced tree,
black carvings deface its stability...

Father of Love...

What You have done
is not taught at dawn's...

Do you know?
Before I succumb to wandering skies...

She entrusted billowing notes
to be interpreted by migrants...

What would happen
if all our decisions...

We are all called to live a holy life
whether by taking vows of celibacy...

The fire through the demeanors of others
puts my rising thought to shame...