The sun rose

Again

As if after so many times

It still considers itself special

When in fact

It’s simply

Unoriginal

Let me fill this space

With words and words and words

As if there is meaning

As if there is purpose

And I’m not simply doing

For the sake of doing

Again and again and again

Day after day

You were washed up

On the shores of this life

Without memory

Glistening in the morning sea foam

Like Aphrodite of the waves

A perfect piece of drift wood

Carved by the ancient seas

To remind us that

Life begets life

Quiet echoes

Of another era

Rise up

From the depths

Of the cold

And stony well

Distant laughter

Spills forth

Like silver memories

Often lost

In the wind

Of the maelstrom

So you lean forward

To consume it all

Careless of falling in

Maybe hoping

You do

That you might

drown in the past

I will love you

Between the pages

Of this life

And the next

I will care for you

Between the lines

Of this creating word

And the next

That calls us forth

Into our firey world

That we might become

Living pillars of flame

Cleansing the earth

Hand in hand

The hardest thing

Can be to believe

In anything and anyone

Outside of yourself

But the reward

Outstrips the price

And trust is not a vice

Eggshell blue

Above my head

And black as night

Inside my head

But the sun always creeps in

When the skies are clear

You will know it has happened

When it spills from my eyes

And lights up the world.