too much hope
into here? Hoping There
will appear silver metallic roses
edging storm clouds passing so fast
that
thunder
is
not heard
at night, when you sleep,
do you give a moment's thought
two? Without pity, given, have you
hoped so much thunder would drown
house's melodies into rancor, or bless
us, quiet skies would not be heard for the
songs rising from us? I heard quiet skies, electric
ones, too. The rooms so full of harmony that quiet
did not feel immediately like isolation or solicitous
sleep, sleep away the rancor dragging too short
for the waters fallen after and during thunder
were deeper than we knew. And speaking here
is arrogant thoughts paralleling biblical days
when the earth was destroyed by water, extinct
our earth's dinosaurs, our relatives, fellows turned
so laughing and mocking, like we had a boat. No.
I know there was not a boat during those quiet
storms. I know this. What i do not know is, please,
have you given up by giving in to your more solid
knowledge: accomplishments during many years being
you? I hope you are able to receive
the quiet remaining in your home. I hope
you are able to speak to these forms of life
in us, between and around us, who are not likely to change
the
people we
are
together.
Understand me, you are free, too.
Unbound your ways, and love how you
are able. I am clouds and person at
home with sleep and thunder, raising valleys
to meet
you. Will devotion
bear our
knowledge, forgiveness?