evoking Grace

evoking Grace

in the morning love is born
with the sun peeking over the darkness
slowly
the presence of loss sleeps awake at the wheel
by rocky night we fight till
the trite understanding of the end
we have
the loss of those come and gone
forever a mother, a lover, another
light
that dies to be reborn in our hearts.
our dreams are our paintings of
a leaf in a tree
nature shades a Lynn while she watches you
play
so let your balloons float high to the sky
and
on that day
the day that it falls,
a miracle will plant itself in an idea
within the day bad news is passed we're
to desperate to take that flight
alone over rain clouds and into the sky
together forever a flight to the future
to obvious to deny she's going home to the moment
that sinks into itself
evoking Grace with a single trace
of kindness shown to a weeping brook
to March in your movement the second
she shows her face.
in the morning grace is born
you've had it all along
a goodwill ambassador from the country of dreams.



Written between March 2, 2008 and March 4, 2008