Sing to Me

Words flow like rain drops,
Soft call of birds waking in the distance,
Worries lulled to bed,
Soul unburdened.
A long hard winter ‘til this tale came to its end –
Up from the muck, bare knuckles bloodied,
Clawing toward the surface.
Out from the darkness, heels worn thin,
Wandering, conquering.
Ageless impediment, a second-guess,
Alter ego unassuming, unaware, unsure?
Circle back,
Soft crimson of the inside of your eyelids,
Soft call of birds waking.
Now that you’re living in the epilogue,
Tell me again how it all happened.

City of Angels

 Out too early, in too late,

Scars that run for miles.

Much too much to mend,

Hidden behind pressed shirts/sunglasses.

Yesterday’s sins buried in the grass,

The city gleams, pristine,

As if nothing’s ever happened.