the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Coming Home

I hear your voice
A sentence complete,
Now meet me at the lion's gate.
The skies will roar,
But your shrill happiness
Will keep me safe on the ground.
Now it's the sound of your blood,
My blood,
Genesis with her arms open wide,
Embracing to suture
Rips in time when she cried.
An angel's howl,
Like the darkest delight,
Packaged so neatly in a puddle of light
Spilled onto wood grain and night.
She sings judgment comes early
But I'm glad that it's so,
Light spills on old chapters
Where the ink comes to flow...

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