voice, women, faith

A woman's voice
moves mountains
so does faith

an aerial view of loneliness

There you are 

standing tall like an elm 

overseeing the crowds, like from a plane 

an aerial view of loneliness 

you come up

You come up,
like the treasure found at the end of a box

you come up,
like surfacing for oxygen

you come up,
like a word in a dictionary, looked for not found

you come up,
like a wind floating by quickly

you come up,
like the end of a choir

you come up,
like a sentence out of place

you come up
in stories, like a heavy character

you come up
in memory like its companion

you come up
in red and blue bruises

you always come up

even in tea

The tea here has your name
so I no longer drink it
dark, tall and handsome
the glass in my hand is empty

Elephants

Nothing more regal than an elephant
another sign for torture,
for others to be happy.

birth and baptism

you sing about baptism before birth
how glorious, it is
the water

Rock heavy

my biggest fear
is that each time I harden
I will turn into a rock