winter to summer: souls wrestle at night

The winter wind cuts through the cracks of my skin.  

The blowing ice pierce my eyes

Tears sting my cheeks.

The cold hand of mystery and forlorn lost,

build a stream inside of me.

Takes me somewhere warm.

Where my winters will meet an end in your summer breath and sunshine eyes. 

Your fully colour and I am black and white. 

These legs stand against the sun 

So strong against the grain.

Shimmering like dust 

I cry out, "the beauty is too much"

Because beauty resonates in a moment and bleeds upon my head as a memory. 

I will search until I have no more hands to dig, nor a heart to spend 

For upon this grave I know there is life far more blistering hot then my own. 

Fear cannot live while you breath

Darkness flees with the voice of truth. 

Peace flows from your pores, while silent prayers come forth from loving lips. 

Skyward they soar, to bring flesh to these dry bones. 

Fight for your lungs to fill again

Fight for your heart to beat again. 

To love, to speak,

for passion to bring light to these broken vessels. 

Do not tarry Spirit! 

Do not wait to break apart this clay and stone. 

To cut the diamonds from our crusty eyes.

These tears must mean more then moisture upon your skin. 

These tears are more then salt upon your lips. 

These tears are heart cries to the heavens. 

And realities firmly shaped by truth. 

They may not see with mortal eyes,

They may not touch with humans hands. 

Two palms pressed against palms.

Two souls bleed into one.

Two rivers flow into one Spirit. 

Two souls to divide flesh and marrow.

Two hearts beat as one. 

A flash of lightning, the sound of thunder  

Hasting the day of Christ's return.