Birds perched by, quaking upon branch or limb
They heard not my aching, but sang out for Him
Unwitting avians cried, crooning flowering grief
Shaking land and sky, swaying bough and leaf

Sweet somber tune a cloud astride cold wind
Fleet wandered moon and bowed aside for Him
Breathless hush broken, lark tongue arose in
Reckless rush for halcyon star hung frozen

Revelation brightly opined, did thus impart to me
Creation's peace divine; That I, though apart from thee
Stood in presence of love, and by starry sight knew
Good luminescence held above, the same I hold for you

The starry night is consumed
By vapid moonlight;
Mere reflections shine
In an orange glow,
Like a cut-out hole
In black cardboard,
In front of blazing torchlight,
Forgotten reflections of memories
Of forgotten lyrics.

The imagery serves
Only to protect from
The incomprehensible vastness
Of actual space, free from abstraction,
Pressing down onto you as you stare
Up into the night, compressed
By the hydraulic press of the universe
Which ensures that which is big is really
Very small.

A child speaks
With no hint of malice
A child acts
With no restrictions
A child plays
With no alertness
A child exists
With no care for position
Taken away with age
Most humane
Most disdained
Hated for their freedom
But if a child loses it all
Their greatest freedom is nonexistence

A better world may come
But not from a worse world
You fight for the future
But your actions stay cold
Burning, sinking
Preventable but predictable
You live out of fear
Your path is paved with death
Unnatural lives
Succumbing to natural strife
A clock without time
A race with no finish line

Speaking with serenity
A frequency that my ears
Can never register
Am I deaf? Am I blind?
Deep inside, I think I'm fine
But I never was at all
I can hear your voice
It never calls to me
A world hungry for the lonely
Makes me distrust my ears and eyes
If everything can be refreshed
Then serenity dies once in a while
Reborn to suit a distorted purpose
In due time