Stillness unforgiving A Stranger in heaven Between this Earth and my distilled Heart In silence it cries bleeds between my palms Drunk in the solitude I search for the light Amidst the night. In and out Like the silver knife my life shines between the moonlight A face I see the face Stumbling between the sea rocks The deadly precipice of fate The waves like the reaper smile in the moonlight.
Your gift of sight penetrates my soul like a hidden knife in the darkness and with your judging green eyes make me feel naked and alive. Shamelessly I look at your emotionless face that has sleepless nights and worldly worries for makeup--- your yellow teeth and dry lips speak of the future. A future that you deliriously claim to be doomed: the quakes, the hurricanes, and the fires. In your brief visits from the sleep kingdom you wake up screaming “The Fires, the fires can’t forget those!” I hold you between my arms and I whisper prayers to the Father and the Son. Doctors and shamans have been unable to stop your shakes and blackouts. The Priests call it a blessing the press can’t stop knocking our doors our families turned their backs on us. The world turns and turns. Your prophesies begin to come true--- the world burns, the grounds shake, and the skies cry in agony, sinners beat their chest and ask for forgiveness. There is no salvation for us.