when the great light falls below

sinking slowly into the hour past hands

she shines her golden glow upon all

surrounding in witness of her end

cast in this elemental energy

she bestows upon her onlookers

an idea of how beautiful

can be the end

not always tragic explosion

nor walk of suffering

but sometimes

a graceful dance

spinning into the night

wound tight in gold


grace of tomorrow

there is a given grace in tomorrow

in the granting of more hours

more heartbeats

more heaved breaths

the handing over of our old eyes

to new dawning light

where the pink horizon spells out

your page has turned

into a new chapter of you

where you can turn any turn

walk any walk

talk any talk

you can keep writing the same story

over and over


you can forgive the you of used to be,

embracing the you of wish to be,

and just be the you

of right now

free your flowers

slip in the back door –

midnight back stage –

lights down in shadow.

the thoughts wait

for you to come inside,


among the sullen swallows –

bowed in black feathers,

sticky with strap molasses.

soak in the bitter bite

with the sweetest after

as ability to acknowledge

weights strapped around ankles

were wrapped with help

of our own clamping hands

we can also release them

allowing the velvet curtain

to fly with ivory wings

from our own condemnation

pressed like wildflowers

in the books of our soul