I came, I saw, I wasn’t there.
My whispered name was blistered shut.
A floating body faint with wear,
Revived in sacred ground and mud.
Prairie winds swept fields of glory,
Drenched in June and bygone days.
Sunsets burned with ancient fury,
Sunrise bled a satin haze.
Heavy air and jangled wind chimes
Snagged the sky through steepled grass.
Siren songs of fowl and horse flies
Painted dusk in dusty brass.
Memory morphed with light of day,
Blurred around the ashen hearth.
Snaked through shades of blue and grey
And smashed into the hallowed earth.
Shadowed corners bled confessions
Drowned in floorboards bent to pray.
Sputtered breath pumped good intentions
Clawing up through deep decay.
Joy is here—in sunlit dinners,
Christmas Eve, and borrowed time.
Chairs that held us both through winter
Bury grieving past its prime.
Fight and fire recede with evening
Down through gravel, sand, and stone.
Embers float on darkness creeping
Into starlight cold as bone.
Twilight blurs with law and gospel
Stretched across a bleached war zone.
Here the world was shaped and shattered,
The greatest love I’ve ever known.
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