i watched the whole world bloom into colour, one season into another looming lavender skies promised me thunder springtime on the edge of the mountain. then the days, growing softer and slower, one season into another humid evenings and wildflower honey, like sticky-sweet accents, all foreign to me. the last golden sigh of summer, one season into another a slow exhaling september the last of the sunflowers bow their heads. we pierce the darkest days of winter, one season into another holly, mistletoe, frost in the garden then stained glass, then snowdrops, then soon enough spring. Advertisements
faith celestial braid. november’s grace. palest sky all glass and lace. the enshrined tide (starlight) of an orbicular ocean which will rush, rise, and subside in perpetual devotion. a silver sylvan siren’s whispered superstition offering divine direction, a path to dew drops and cyclamen, my lost pool of Siloam.
then all at once, the mirror breaks celestial patterns replicate reflect then fracture on black waves i raise the anchor, drop the sails the night then draws its curtain down the light stays where you are somehow i think that i’ve known you before love is a familiar shore
opalescent glass bead raindrops shatter as they hit the surface of the water, mirror still, aureate, as autumn’s chill spills over this seaside town all sheets of gold between slate cloud what is it that you think you’ve found? the sun sets down his radiant crown.
you are the only constellation that i’ll ever understand, you are my star map, you’re my sundial, you’re the compass in my hand. the luminous points of our lives strung together, the sea breeze is carrying with it saltwater and wonder the waves pool around at our feet whispering at worlds we’ve yet to see.
i cross the coast, and then below, winding country roads, rising chimney smoke. little looking glass lakes reflect our plane, i’m only just awake.
it was a grey and ghostly, october morning we were caught between the point where sea and just-light sky meet.
at the end of the world, there’s a dark harbor and there, all your dreams are suspended in silver. i float at the edge of forever with love as my anchor, we are always together. starlight and saltwater.
silver springs and the starlight motel it’s the strangest state to find yourself in now you’ve got me brought to my knees, here your devotional words are feeling foreign, unfamiliar and what had once felt like home or like grace feels apparitional now, it moves in abstract shapes rising fog, speeding freight trains these are my desert days
raw sky above me, gentle moon hangs quiet in dawn blue. in freckled green, the forest grows, pure earth and sacred stone. can i grow up under your sky? a perfect place to hide. exhaling warm dust into light, a wanderer’s lullaby.