Incandescent

A wicked light is fighting on the terrace
Tangled up in a shot glass and the sun
And subtlety is a curse, but in all fairness
I’ve doubled back,
Replaying sounds that told me who I was

In an overwhelming, sunny summer
Is a choir singing daylight in reverse
The weight of all their words linger and hover
Above, ahead
And hatred isn’t out ’til its rehearsed

Dreaming cuts my wrists like singing crickets
Reminding me that life is pulse and spell
Its an expensive art to not resist it
Filtering sounds
Remind myself that love is brave as well

And the midnight breeze is telling me its secrets
The sky is diamonds caught in painted tar
The quiet is the years it took to heal it
My soul at last –
A firefly loosed out of its mason jar