THE MAD SKY

My words, they are leaving

Like ships on the sea

They dip in the distance

Night swallows day

With words, I built mountains

That lifted the sky

My foes fell to ruin

I danced in the fire

With words, I wove worlds

But the hurricanes came

My long, flowing ribbons

Were all cast away

I cast them to prayer

I cast them to peace

I cursed the mad sky

As it rained down on me

Words, my rope

Words, my anchor

Words, my earth and clay

On the gusts of a rising southern storm

In silver tongues, I sang

Words were my maps

They guided me back

From that liminal space

Where language is glass

Over blue mountains

On a steep, winding pass

I carried them with me

My ribbons and glass

With words, I wove worlds

But the hurricanes came

With my eyes on the wind

The earth fell away.