Flesh and Bone

He Looks,
Looks inward,
Looks far,
Beyond the wandered trail,
Over the cliffhanging doubts,
Past the center of the core.

He Speaks,
Speaks firm,
Speaks warm
Of what is hidden,
Loudly of what is shown,
About fear, intimately.

He Listens,
Hears too much,
Hears not what is said,
Trusting the causes,
Burdened by voices,
Scarred with moans.

He moves now
- All heartbeats slow -

El papá

Rest Now

A blue song bird has
No melody to perform
In the dying light.

Dread

It carves away at my bones,
Oh, the dread of longing.

In the dark
I sit,
Head in hands,
And fear

Tomorrow

Fear both
Greatness and failure,
Sadness and joy.

Whatever I might deserve.

All I do is wait,
Knowing
It's coming,
Feeling
It approach,

Clinging on to my final scraps
Of Being and Hope.

Despite myself.