Soul Blind

Things we love in people They are not beautiful They are absurd and contradictory These are the things that bring us peace Garments clutch our needles You are still beautiful In grieving words we drape as pleats and dreams They are the things which bend our knees Soul blind and receive in endings This is where I see wind in the darkness, that serene starkness Fear, hyperactive lethargy Restless, tired welcoming in our death flows out dreaming shallows It lights the underside of clouds reclaiming night Sky of fears in light do change in time Though not tonight We sway and strike as flint in hands Just don’t die, Just don’t die As dreams we hide to speak our mind, shake in thoughts of clouds, type and send delete them again This dust make us blind, hide lonely inside, iron steam of grief, lathe in crows, peck and beak