in the yawning night
the blackbird sings of murder.
the blood runs at dawn.
wing and a prayer
the bird likes flowers
but disappears into stone.
air lifts her gray wings.
purple hearted
the man who left us
found courage in being her.
welcome home brave soul.
fighting words
so much left unsaid
in the pauses and deep breaths.
your eyes fight with me.
dark days
there are men who lead
by showing their truest light.
when days are darkest.
breathe be born
in the beginning
was the word as thought and taught.
then the breath of life.