CemeterySound Poetry

[o'queery]

I am
restless this
night

My poem filled eyes
travel
the lengths of my
palm and I
wonder
if they hold any secrets
to my stay
in this world

I look over at
my God
an Enigma of calm
and grace
even when sipping
His coffee
Picturing this scene right here
without me in it

Squishing my
eyes shut
the thought is let go
I smile

Away from these words
I blink
These freedoms lost and found in a hailstorm of moments
and touch His knee

His eyes
a lighthouse of
Darkness
catching me stealing awe filled glances
His way

In my bottomless
heart I caress each
blessing of the new Moon
that whispers
that I have plenty
of time
to love and be loved
by His Light

It's becoming easier
to push and stretch my
fears into
the past
where they belong

I am restless
this
night