oh the days seem
less holy
when things go
just all right
as if skin cells
didn’t
contain endless
possibilities
and the hours
dripping, skipping by
weren’t
a dance
bringing reality
into bright, glorious being
“Mundane” – Melissa Kircher
oh the days seem
less holy
when things go
just all right
as if skin cells
didn’t
contain endless
possibilities
and the hours
dripping, skipping by
weren’t
a dance
bringing reality
into bright, glorious being
“Mundane” – Melissa Kircher
she lost her heart to the broken sky
and the crooked beams
that fell from the moon
she lost her soul
to the jagged edges of the wind
and when the fall trees rustled
hollowly clearing their throats
the green spring branches
wrapped their hands around her like a cloak
and healed all the bleeding pieces of her love