TO THE SKY

Privileged voices lift wings on airwaves

Spring smells long after the rains as the houses come to life

Delivering the burden, skin, shadows, dust peel as we ascend the hill

Wind ripples through the pours of spirit, and skin.

Flat fleet gallop the trek as the light bends simmering beads of light in various directives

Like fireflies in strands of amber sizzling through the skies.

Tables lay beyond as the green embalms the sorrow that bleeds through, and trickles on the pavement

evaporating as it cooks, bubbles, and exhales it's last

The hooks that destroys at midday flays a wry severance pay for the years that couple, and pays it forward, and upward momentum haunting the daymares of the little pumpkin children left behind.

The trebles flow as the baritones bellow as the burdens melt, and peel back rolling downhill at terminal momentum and into the oblivious coming down the mountain.

Hands reach as the souls sing victory siphoning the contentment embedded in the flower bed of the heart 

Flutters of lows fleet, graveyards years melt muting our funeral dirge and the war goes on and on

Whistles from teeth contoured by the language of death and the advent of mouths full curses

Bayonets made of porcelain cut the bounds on hands chained to a place and time lost in the scenery

The clicks of the shotguns we used on ourselves fire into the air allowing us safe passage.

Running tears flow from obsidian to clear lives that we lives foam and streams as the river runs on and on

Fresh branches dances with buds of emerald engagement rings of life as I find the burdens lift

I'm ready to move on

Forfeiting the resentment of hollow lives that divide, and despise.

Ivory towers quake forever sloping into the drink.

Church bells sing our song.

I am on my way.