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...

Evolving time decays around your touch
months of raspy birth breaking through...