I got your letter in the mail today Its corners dripping salt And I wonder if you think of me Where castle ceilings vault I set it on my bookshelf And I haven't broke the seal I don't want to read of starscapes That I don't believe are real You wrote your address on the corner With ink that smelled like space But I don't want to read appeals To my ancestors or grace So your letter's on my bookshelf Dripping salt and grains of sand There's too much sea inside it To be opened on the land
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To the King Across My Chessboard
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
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
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