Deceiving, this sweet golden light

this warm, rich sun

this orange sky

your face aglow like candlelight

we drink it up

we soak it in

the trees that burn

reveal it’s sin

One side ash

The other side gold

For no thing exists

That is not whole

Perfect sunsets drenching skies

Something’s born

Something dies



Inside the blue-gray bits of fragile, broken shell

Lies the Empty Space of something hatched

But where did it go?

What was it?

Is it safe?

Edges make jagged points too delicate to be taken seriously

Touching them would only crack them further

And they are cracked enough

Sitting desperately,


Like sad little arms reaching up and out

Wishing those they carried would return to fill the Loneliness

But there is only me,


On the outside peering in

Wishing I could help ease their suffering

But then I think

These are merely shells…

What in me

Sees Such Things?