Friday, January 30, 2015


It’s Time

My favorite part is leaving
Not knowing, but believing
There’s something better than this

I want to feel the breath intake
To surge upward with the earthquake
Until I am all that is left to be left

It’s the burn of fear I will shun
Raising a toast to the blessed undone
Dance a little higher now child

A sweep of white, a twist of fate
She sleeps so deeply awash in grace
Wipe the blood drops from your pillow

Take a chance on hope tipped wings
Throat wide open, stop to sing
Chase that chance into change

You are too late never, she said
Life shines bright where your feet tread
There’s something better than this

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