I'm standing on this cloud Because this book belongs to you It's filled with all the thoughts and promises I made before I knew Before you told me there's a woman Who threads fire through her hair Whose iceberg eyes are made from stars You forged in holiness and prayer And if the bishops on this chessboard Are right and speak the truth Then I'm off to dwell in darkness I'm not leaving her for you But I'm quite sure you folded glory In the forests of her soul The same way you painted fire In men whose eyes are made of coal So I'm standing on this cloud Because this writing is not mine And while I'll miss your starry buildings I believe her heart's a sign
Category Archives: Poetry
Houses by the Sea
I remember when you kissed my hand Like softly pouring rain There's not a single fracture in my soul That dared to stay the same I still feel your fingers laced in mine Trying not to change the past And this everything you left with me Is endless. It is vast. My head is filled with could-have-beens And houses by the sea While Gods of grey remind me That we do not love for free I will never touch your hand again We are finite, laced with pain But on nights when whispers haunt me I'll pretend you're in the rain I'll pretend you paint the sunsets And the shapes inside the clouds I'll pretend that I'd have no regrets If I'd dared to love out loud
Cheers
I collect collapsed churches to honor my god So he knows, I can see what he's done And sometimes I paint in the blood of the faint When it seems I should honor his son Demons can't give Satan nightmares She dreams of darker stars Prisons can't be threatening if Your heart loves iron bars There's a whisper in the wind tonight That chants of silver trees And Mars will glow blood red tonight With missing priesthood keys Continue reading
The Room With the Universe
When I was a child you spoke of a room Where the universe sat on a throne And the stars and the planets and asteroid bands Were etched into windows and stone And the floor was composed of the gods we had known In eons that long since had passed Where you wrapped me in starstuff adorned with a cloud And said love would be there if I asked Continue reading
Sister, may I kiss you?
The ordinance was silent And the silence seemed to ring Alabaster pedestals Shadow those who sing Art beside a Priesthood throne Are you statue? Are you light? I heard that we were birds once Who God had granted flight Continue reading
Mornings

Mornings have a unique innocence.
It’s those serene moments in the
dim grey light of the morning,
where the dew is fresh on the grass,
and the larks and mockingbirds have yet to sing.
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