Celestial

Celestial

It was the ripple of purple that grabbed my eye.

It tumbled down my bare back in the mirror flashing in the sun.

The sun turned my skin the color of warm honey, melting amethyst and amber into a phantasm made real by spark and glint.

A single moment of exquisite beauty caught only in a snapshot in my mind.

A closer step and the evidence of the years would foil the illusion, bringing it crashing down, revealing the list of imperfections that taunt me.

I remain one moment more till that celestial body carries away the momentary celestial beauty that was gifted to me.

You're there Somewhere, I just can't find You

I'm back on my knees

staring up at your window

where the image of you

that I have chosen to make my visual focus

is SO clear.

Except.

It's dark outside and I can't see you.

You are gone,

and I feel that way too.

I'm searching tonight.

Somehow you are a tiny baby

dependant upon your family

for everything,

lost to me out under the stars somewhere.

Somehow you are also a king

seated on a grand throne

an entire world in your hands

standing like bodyguard

between judgement and grace.

Somehow you are also living in my mind as an intellectual understanding,

grasping at a concept so big

I can only reach for the tip of it

and pray my hands can graze it.

Somehow you are also living in my heart

filling me with your grace and life

satisfying my soul.

But tonight my window is dark,

and the interruptions are endless

and my heart cries out for someone to listen.

But no one has time

so I am trying to figure out how to find you

on my own,

when the lights go out.

It's crazy how many places you're in

and still, I'm not in them somehow.

How It Felt

How it Felt

I am the parched world

ripping myself apart for a drop of water

killing, hurting, defiling,

so ravenous am I.

Cracks wrest open in my chalky skin,

twisting wider and deeper into great dry gorges

whirlwinds of dust strike through me.

Clouds of dust and dirt rise and cover me

and darkness overtakes me

as I choke on air that fills my dry lungs with piles of dirt and sand.

I am gasping, desperate, dead.

And then:

a drop.

And another.

And the water begins to fall,

fall,

fall,

fall,

fall,fall,fall,fall…...

BOOM!

A great deluge rushes fiercely over me.

My parched and dried up body fills with water.

Clean, pure, sanctified water.

Oversaturated, I can hold no more but still it comes,

still it washes over me in great waves

sinking to my core.

Still it keeps coming.

I am drowning,

I am dead.

The sun begins to come out of the clouds

exposing my death

exposing my life.

I am the wet world,

fertile and ready to grow.

I hold a tiny seed that slowly sprouts,

unfurls,

wakes to a fresh new world.

I am a million questions budding,

every breath a new revelation,

eager and hungry,

I am fed.