The Most Difficult and Beautiful Year.

I. A Fury of Fragility

From the thunderclap emerged pure tears of music. Rainfall dripped and bled, tapping gently upon the shoulder of her silent heart grenade, which released a furious explosion of mourning glories, tumultuous cascades of deepest sadness, and crystal waves of invincible love.

The eruption shattered her skin
And their prettily manageable delusions.
 

II. When I Think About Your Soul

When I think about your soul,
I feel warm waves washing up on the shores of my heart
And I feel pure, healing blood spilling out all over the sky in that deep, blue hue that cries over us every night
Right before the stars come out.

Terrifyingly tender.
A heart of flesh,
Warm-blooded supple skin,
Scent of mint and fresh life.

Close your eyes
Lose your mind
Release it to the rain and become

unencumbered

By visions of a sunrise
Seeping from Her intimate embrace.
 

III. The Beauty Never Broke

The beauty never broke;
It was only the window.

Quivering leaves,
Stained glass,
Happy Birthday.

A bag of lavender,
Petals in a candle jar,
Jam made from apples and roses.

The aroma of death
Is the fragrance of life,
A pungent potpourri of
Beautiful, broken memories.

Fragility,
Like the bone structure of a baby bird,
Will survive the severest of stranglings.

Light, air, space and
Color

Will burst forth from the density of dark
As a rainbow from the rock.