they wish for peace

and love;

requested,

it descends

streaming down

from best intentions

sharp as razors


only the cloak

tossed over my back

keeps me whole

I'm not strong enough

to stand underneath

the sun shines

too bright in this,

my chaos


give me a gray day

let me sing to you

songs of taxis,

hallways, laughter

much too loud

instead of empty dreams

haunted by

jackhammer hearts,

eyelids glued

to the ceiling

by an endless storm


only as wind blows

do I catch your hand

as gently as

a child traps a butterfly

beside you I balance

till we're free

of overrated nothings