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
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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