Under the Beams

One rises from a trance to see the candle freshly smoldering.

Looking west into a setting sun, my eyelashes filter gold into rainbows. A laughing canopy sways in cooling exhalation. I rest on earth for now. The only way to get what you really want is to stop wanting.

Compass to weather vane – there is no where to go.

We collaborated on a real love song, the only thing is, we wrote it in the dark.

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God Herself

Have you ever seen the way lake and sky merge when it rains hard? Water unto water but also, heaven unto hell. It's all the same depending on the weather.

The look queens have in their eyes. Every portrait shows it because how could it not?

To tell the truth, I may still be the bird tethered by a single string. Time will tell.

What will you say when we meet? What remains under the beams? Sun and moon. Barns and haylofts. Churches and pines.