Partials

The yellow sun settled south
To a colder degree.
The trees threw their seeds
And then waved to their leaves
As autumn burned away.


Speak to me of twilight days,
Grandfather
Share the colors of weathered lives-
The steps that glory eye.

Certainly planets, stars will end
And you’ll desire peace.
But hopes beyond heaven rain
Strife and break last.

No key has account
No step knows joy (dancing)
She slipped as notes
Found stairs
Symphony of years stopped.


I don’t need you to tell me
The world turns for money,
Even the blind man
Selling radios sees green.


Standing at the corner of darkness/ and dawn, I asked the way/ to a foreign lane, and was given the key. //
Kneeling on the edge of faith/ and fear, I turned the key to catch view of the sun/ rising free. //
Thrice it did flare and bestow upon me: wisdom, knowledge, understanding/

People will suddenly heave
On Sunday
With all they love
With all their want
And only the found
Part the very end.


Where the song echoes soft
And each laugh whispers love
I’m eternally found;
Free.

When the scenes you draw
Inside your head
Are traced inside your own two hands
Hoping you don’t let go

Tethered shadow of myself
Finally released in search
Still my call is quietly ringing-
A prayer of lovely heaven


How easy peace does guise
The quiet streets
From war’s recline;
While banners dance
The protest line