There are no words
only a shredding sound
sizzling the night until it blisters white
only the shimmering, rippling of sky that comes
when purple flowers bloom out of nowhere in the desert
when creaking, twisted pines speak in the voice of heaven.
I have left this world for now.
It has never been my home.
From far away, I watch me
riding waves of moments
that have already drowned me
in my dreams.
Thank God I know how this one ends.
The future is written on my eyelids.
When I close them
I see tomorrow
The hardest part of my life
is pretending to be surprised.
In visions, you stand just feet away
calling me forward.
I run to you,
and you move
an invisible staircase.
Finally, I stop to notice
that I now hover over the world
far above everything I thought I knew.
I laid myself on a moss licked stone
and offered myself to the gods of my father’s mountain.
They opened their hands and rocked me.
The stars blurred.
A ghost moon flickered
In their embrace
I married you
A sudden wind clattered in
and blew out
the candle I had lit for you,
momentarily, just long enough to let me know
I was in the throes of a miracle.
The flame leapt back to life,
casting shadows on the trees
that grew from the places
my father’s feet walked.
Machine gun dreams
have never been able to part us,
not for one second.
The spacetime continuum
in the face
You are with me on the altar.
We lie together, naming stars
swallowing eternity whole.
Your invisible hand clasps mine.
Death flickers in the distance.
We are not afraid.