Can you reassure my mind
That it didn’t mean broken pieces
Of flint and petals in the wind
Miracles sing:
A window opened up
The breath of life cries
Over a hill to travel;
in a moment that will
Quickly be forgotten
Living with him, dying inside
A flute sings up
From downstairs travels
Into his ears and turns
Downward the heads of
Tiny blue flowers in the
Harmless garden
with jumping conclusions
Miracles song:
Many footsteps I have walked
Sun flares danced to
Flicker close to my fingers
Each digit
Hungry to feel powerful
But the energy is drained
Green eyes filled with tears
Chilling echoes
Everywhere reverberating,
Is there a prayer that could
Safely encircle us in protection?
His intelligence was flying away,
Pigeons were scattering
Screaming out loud
More than one day of peace
Then on his knees
Please he pleads
Must I lay prey to
Imprudent circumspection
No father to call to be had
No mother to pet his head
A miracle song
Is hiding under a blanket
Somewhere in the back room
Passing by the mirror in the
Vestibule to look one last time
He writes a fast note
On a piece of yellow paper
“Osmosis is my safety net.”
Diffusing carbon skin
What question could be asked?
All the walls were rattling
Inside crawling with spiders
Words on their backs,
It’s not your fault
You didn’t design life
While creating yours
Connect it to ours…
Meaningful to meaningless
Hand in hand
Instead of the same kind
Two fish swim away
I plant a heart on a rock
No more solving mysteries
Broken candles
Lights no one’s pathway
© GÄ
Poétique 