Hang your high heads,
heavy with the weight of your life,
hair gone gray from stress.
Is it in shame or prayer?
Tears drip down
cold on my skin,
matting my hair.
I look away,
afraid to see you
break under pressure.

Your fingers curl
brittle with seasonal arthritis.
You're still young yet,
but i hear your bones
moaning,
your joints stretching,
cracking,
and I fear for your life
and mine alike.

Missing You

i wonder if you think of me
a pagan in your presence
graced by a glance
a touch
maybe meant not soley for me
but everytime
i felt worthy
if only for that moment
but i should have known
your calliber could never be content
with the likes of me
can you even remember the way i taste?
give it not a second thought
this is just me
missing you

Apparition of Faith

When you left
my pillow clung to your scent
like a mother to her child
And when the door shut behind you
it might have been a boulder on my chest
I find rapture every morning in your eyes
and redemption in your hands
so without you here
I'm on my knees
and your name hangs heavy
from my tongue
Your kiss is my cross
a burden to bear
I'll be your sacrifice
if you'll be my savior
You're an apparition for my faith
the only heaven worth believing in