Dark Glass

In that moment, where joy stops time,
Even then the shadows will sprawl,
The sacred birthplace of creation,
Is witness to the desert's crawl,
And every song or whispered love,
Belied in death's melancholic drawl,
Opaque.

In that moment, where grief stops breath,
Even then, holy fear attests the sacral
Within the sepulcher, where frames wither,
Bone eye holes peer beyond the natural,
And in every dirge or dance macabre,
Aurora's Seraph burns shades adumbral,
Stained.

In that moment, most knowing the alone,
Even then, hellion leviathan is denied,
A strange fellowship known in despondency,
Friendship of lepers and of the crucified,
In every tear, in every heaving breath,
Love and lament present each alongside,
Translucent.

Rise

Awaken, in the dawning, in the skies,
Night embers, like breakers on the shore,
Sets the vault ablaze in sparks of light,
In fiery hues, in hope, in love, arise.

Even as eyes of beast and eyes of kin,
Rest, oblivious to the grandeur vision,
While with the breeze and upon the dew,
Light mists shapes in auroral baptism.

Breeze finds song in the ebbing eventide,
As forms find life and limbs find sod,
And the light is caught by sight and soul,
Awash in warmth the night had once denied.