1
YOU WILL STOP
Green veins
Of sunlight
Take you to
The silent abiding light.
Within the within
Where voices
Are breezes
And waves, and
Scratched starlight
Arcs.
The smoke
Tells you
Who you are,
And from whence
And from where.
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2
THE MESSENGER
What did it whisper?
That you were never going to live forever.
That this breath now,
Is your only road, in and out
Of this world.
That fears are seeds of infinite patience
And will push through the neatest pavements.
That time is all you have,
And you have no more time.
That we do not begin, nor end,
At our skin.
That all barriers and boundaries
are children’s games, lines of chalk.
That when you take,
You take from yourself.
That when you talk,
Silence would often have more honesty.
That you stand upon
A web of silence.
That you come and go
Like a breeze between dawn and evening.
That your footprints wash away
And the stars shine brightly.
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3
SAPPHIRE SKIES
We contemplate more sapphire skies,
Breathe in and watch for pain.
Whether we will last or not
Is not the question
We should be asking.
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4
UNSTITCHED
These most sapphire skies
shall see us stitch by stitch
become unstitched
and standing naked,
wondering how it was,
and why, becoming
took so strange
a gentle slope.
Tides and waves,
a change in the weather,
a blackbird’s rain song.
How could we have forgotten
so easily?
All is absorbed
becoming benign,
a honey sustenance
for new sunlight.
—
simonhlilly 