Blessed Savior,
Your father brought the world into life...

Through the night
I know what will be unleashed...

In her photograph,
she tastes the smoke in between her fingers...

Like a melancholy light
glowing below your window...

I'm near the horizon-
staggering, dizzy...

You are approaching
in measures that cannot be mimicked...

I try to hide my eyes somehow
from the streams of sunshine...

In his hazel eyes
her resonance shows within...

Quietly afraid
of the wind howling breaths away...

Her body is tied, twisted- her backbone
tightly woven around...

I used to believe I never had
a boxy shape, and without a mirror...

She flows from June-
the reflections of the sun...