At this moment paused

Time slips back

Of days darker laws

With storms of rain

Street-lit leafy waves

Shutters through gut and soul

The table of the present holds

All things are young and old.

When dreams come

And below my veins

Full of conflict

Full of angst

I cannot have a balance

In my heart I am veiled

With my truth at war

With the world

When I think of you

In the mud and clay

Backyard friends playing boy’s games

Till the wrap on the brow

From the axe on the empty jug

Brought you to tears and reality.

What’s left to say?

We are no more

Separated by the breadth

Of prairies and hours of flight

Never mind the changes in our hearts

Where could you find WE again

The US is no more.

Mine is not the blue

That you lean upon

But colder hues

Of frozen frost stretching

Against the glass invisible

It is the collision of worlds divisible

That forms the moment

As I look not through

But to the crystals invisible

Branching beauty of fragile

Tentacles of ice

 Grasps the heart

In a palm of cold hoar dendrites

Reaching pleasing the eye spectrum

Of youth’s invisible life

Before the fall of the eternal

To the strips of breaths finite

It is these microsystems

That touches the warmest heart

And crystalizes all to destruction all the schism

Freeing the break-through light

Sifting plains in view

Like Echo’s reaching breath,

Exhales further unto the invisible

Becoming the art of life mutable

But tangible

Where your heart’s

Would melt a universe in flight

Worlds collide

And matters weight

The beauty of this fragile print

Against the invisible

That seems to flourish

Against the invisible

Gives way to sunlight

Merging spectrums of infinite beauty

Slowly reaching as it came reaching

Petals melting a stem at a time