angels
he was always told raindrops were the tears of angels,
so he closed the blinds on grey days
and locked the doors
and cried with them.
Two years later
It is six in the morning and he is waiting for the bus,
watching purple skies churn overhead.
A teardrop slides down the back of his hand
and he presses warm lips to it
expecting the bitterness of grief.
Instead he finds the fragile sweetness of fading summer,
blooming on his tounge for a moment before it is gone.
The drops are coming faster now
and he watches as the world fades to smears of paint on a canvas,
flashes of blue and pink and violet.
Rain pounds accross the concrete
and he is drowning, breathing in water,
shaking as the rain settles in his bones.
He drops to his knees and screams towards the sky,
raw and broken and vulnerable.
It ends a moment later,
the sky a crystal blue.
In the center of a silent city he sits on wet pavement,
breathing air that smells like honeysuckle and petrichor.
He runs a hand accross the cracked pavement,
feeling every ripple as if for the first time,
born again as the sun continues to climb skyward.
He supposes raindrops may be the tears of angels
but they are tears of joy.
Consecration
Beneath the grey skies that ooze joy
Cleansing rains fall on this kiss
eyes seeing only each other
waters blessing their bliss
tasting of vows
I do
Yes
Yes
I do
tasting of vows
waters blessing their bliss
eyes seeing only each other
Cleansing rains fall on this kiss
Beneath the grey skies that ooze joy
Skies That Ooze Joy
If all the skies oozed with joy and love
what a world this would be.
no more broken hearts, no more yelling
instead, we have
communication and understanding
LOVE
If all the clouds oozed with love and joy
what a world this would be.
no more lost souls searching in the dark
instead, searching their own shining light
of brightness, their spark
JOY
If all the rain oozed with joy and love
what a world this would be.
no more depression or sadness
instead, gratefulness and forgiveness are in
the hearts. Releasing all the madness.
LOVE
If All the Skies Oozed with Joy and Love
What a World This Would Be
Athena
09/18/2020
walks in the park.
there is something in the air,
the very something that urges unsuspecting,
tired,
crestfallen eyes to blink,
covering themselves with veiny eyelids.
there is a faint yellow glow that burns
bright red,
then crimson orange,
as the tired eyes shift,
accomodating falling-leaf-like hair tosses.
the warmth of the sun
encompasses the readjusting body,
unfurling strained fingers,
tempting their meeting with soft breeze,
caressing the calloused fingertips
smudged in ink stains of careful penmanship
and worried musings.
the ears become attuned to the rustle,
the hustle,
the bustle of twittering birds,
and breaking twigs,
and pleasant talk,
not pleasantries,
that pleasantly suprise new lovers
and comfort old friends.
the mind becomes a child yet again,
a smile becomes aware that yes,
so
many
good
things
are
happening.
for when the skies that ooze joy
make soulful welcomes,
outstretched palms of beneficence
open hearts to their gentle beneficiary.
Stratosphere
Maples stand red
stained-glass leaves crimson against the blue
although
it doesn't smell like September
not yet
not like crisp mornings and dew-studded leaves
but nature has granted grace
a week of clarity, Indian summer
where the sun rises to illuminate perfectly
the world crisp-edged
like binoculars finally come into focus
it doesn't smell like September
not yet
but soon enough, we sigh
Hope on the Horizon
The Skies ooze joy
And it's hot
Acid really
It falls
Indiscritant in murder
In burning
The roofs
We built to protect
Turned to kindling
Fuel to an element
We wish just kept us
Warm
In retaliation
The Earth
Heaves open its
Maw
Where the ocean were
Spit
Rivers were
Sweat
And mountains were
Pimples
It swallows up the Sky
Eats up the joy
And in return
We humans
Are blessed with
Sorrow
We are doused in
Cold
And laugh with no sun
To bring us
Tomorrow
Shine On
I feel lucky today as the clouds let the sun peek through, beams of warm light oozes from the sky, and it caresses my skin like buttered toast. I breathed. I sighed. I look up, and realized I’m alive. I stepped out into the World with fresh eyes every time I think of the Sun Rays Bursting, OOOZING from the skies. That Joy of SUN/SHINE that is me.