snow falls
as silently as sleep
pressed snowflakes
icicle flowers
between the wind and windowpane
melt their way to sill
polished chrome darkness shivers
ankle deep in frost
night’s breath spills
along the frozen glass
its silver shadow rolls
and condenses with the dawn
night’s epitaph
written in blue mercury
trickles down my windowpane
in the light of a new day
she is the light that brings the rainbow to the storm
platinum and grey
against the sky
it starts to rain
clouds silver linings break
birds tucked away in the trees
are quiet now
water gathers down paths
collected by gravity
intensity varies from
down pour
to steady
to trickle
these clouds
are in no hurry
and like variety
then suddenly a hole appears in the clouds
the sun shines through while it rains
like liquid sunshine
birds peek out from within the trees
and excitedly tweet
secure in their knowledge
that somewhere there is a rainbow
(photos: Forrest Pasky Christmas in Rome)
colored lights
provide the eye
a guided path
through pine that
leads to silver
rivers of tinsel
they trickle down
from every level
like tears but never
reach the sea
gold and green
blue and red
metallic reflections
on ornament glass
reflects the day
reflects the night
bright and still
reflects the new
reflects what will
in this season of hope
illuminate
wave after wave
of light breaks upon
the shore of night
these stars that
twinkle just out
of reach like
candy in a jar
on the top shelf
of the other side
of the universe
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like light she enters
my mind when the sun rises
in the morning
throughout the day
I can’t go an hour
without thinking of her
at the end of the day
her sunset spreads like passion
in red hues across my mind
when it’s dark my thoughts
of her keep me safe from
my well-concealed fears
she’s my light bringer
evidence
of an open heart
that bleeds across
the open sky like
a sunset that is so
alone her own beauty
she cannot know
you are the hub
to which all the spokes connect
to which the wheel spins around
your position never changes
the wheel revolves around you
and the cart moves forward
and can go anywhere
you are the hub
eventually, the sledgehammer breaks
when it strikes enough rocks
there is a finite number of sledgehammers
and an infinite number of rocks
in the end the rock always wins
for a long time I was the sledgehammer
eventually, I changed sides and became the rock
count
count to ten
to put aside
reflex response
and emotion
count to one hundred
to put aside
your doubt
and lack
of belief
count until
you can act
with clarity and
continuously
to purpose
it is at this point
you have reached
the God number
count now count to
the God number
that number is one
we are one
she collects broken hearts
keeps them in a crystal box
break into a million parts
like a mirror thrown at the sun
we rain down as stars
Your Suicide King 