Who is your silent sky?
Who was once your one and only?
Who will be your next distraction?
What should-could I say
When you sent a message, late one night
Asking "This isn't gonna work out is it?"
I could have broken open and cried
You needed-wanted an answer
But I was trying to breathe
I can't cause I'm drowning
From the inside.
Past the farthest precipice of the soul
To the dustiest corner of the universe
Where the walls are cracking, breaking,
Expanding like the stomach of the Past
And the ego of god
Lies what was something so precious and lost
It huddles with its knees meeting the chin,
The hands covering the eyes, and a lullaby
Spilling in whispers
The dark solitude that makes up the air
Is invaded by the sleepy stars that
Move in foggy streams
The Silence that blazes through with the
Solitude in hand
Rips and roars so loud that the words
And dreams can’t speak for themselves
Past high wires that scrape the sky
And abandoned outlet malls
You’ll find the outstretched arms
Of West Texas
Where the land moves with the sun
When the sun up comes
The baby hills reach tiptoe then
Roll out in reds, oranges, and silhouettes
The mesquite trees strike across the backdrop
Like earthen lightening
And then there are the clouds
That fly like the scissor tail swallows migrating over the
Rainbow to sleep among hushed blue bonnets.
I know this grassy meadow so well
That has gone into a silent spell
This place was once filled with so much
Spring and Summer
That the bugs themselves buzzed with
Heat and Life
The world fell asleep
So quickly
So quietly
It’s seems I have dropped into
Wonderland
I bound like a snow bunny
Losing my tracks to drifts
And laugh in spite of myself
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