You ask for another day

Let the cowardly attack
strand in the light of fire
for like the sun, a pathos filled heart
will rise again
and the land of lost tears
will fill their dried furrows
it was not our war that took place
but still we grabbed our swords
for a peaceful dawn.


Paradox of the now

Rest whispers a few stanzas
the song was written in the moment
on the slope of a ruin
someone falls
the chair that was patterned
no longer fits
fall my angel
let yourself feel the space as your own protection
in the wind that peels away a cover
left is no longer the body.