Climb upon the stars with the omission setting
Patterns belonging to your light.
Cave in walls burning within, and deliver
All credence up to Eastern shores.
Collect your wounds in a barrel,
And let them cleanse an anguished Earth.
Catch a milkweed floating in the breeze;
However, thirst now for deliverance.
Collect your debts in a bucket,
Letting them cry into harbored fears.
Seldom do I walk into your fierce eyes,
But I cannot burl myself inside me.
Forgotten among an isolated land
Are frozen mimes channel inertia.
No longer safe from polluted waters,
Children thrash about inside your web.
I shiver at night while gathering my
Blanket around my shoulders.
Darkness fades into light, and morning
Sun cuts through.
I’m blinded by your fire holding me
In a tight embrace.
However long each distance,
I know I can tread if only to withstand.
For every tear gliding down my cheek,
There is a song brewing inside my heart.
I come closer to a new sunrise each time
I awaken from water colored visions
Holding me grounded.
I no longer hunger for pastoral dreams.
For now I sing hymns to my Lord
When asking for His guidance.
Tossing and turning in my bed,
Because restlessness feeds my spirit.
Resistance becomes sanguine.
I can hear nature calling.
For nature’s music fills me up
With its beauty.
Every song played out by your
Vices recompenses me.
I’m not washed up by my past.
For they are cascading down
Tresses hanging over my rounded
Shoulders, spiraling with flow.
I could lead each new struggle
In light of tomorrow; yet,
With passing hour gliding away
From your vices.
Your sugar walls act complacent
When broken bones stammer on.
However, I’ve yet to be sung in
Light of all majesties earthy eyes.
How long must an angel succumb
To your floating ashes emerging
From burning hearts?
Only lonesome creeds can sallow.
For ever dream led astray,
There is a boat waiting to
Cast off its nets, luring in
Don’t go looking for froth
When milking lost dreams.
For they lessen in rising tides
When crashing onto shore.
Saddle up your fears,
And yank them with
Tie them in knots when
Drinking up your salty tears.
I gather soot from ashes,
And glide it down my throat.
Eyes glisten when rain comes;
Yet, thunder crackles up above.
Built in your flames; I wash
My face with my tears.
Galloping horses cut
Against winded skies;
Yet, merciful trees wave
Their limbs in happy gesture.
Murmuring hearts go unfounded
In crowded streets compelled to glare.
However, with mighty hands a sword
Over to sublime children marching through.
I’m overwhelmed by an overpass,
And stagger along rocky roads;
Yet, their sharp tongues cut
Glory, glory be unto you,
My Lord when I’m unburdened.
Songs sung through gallantry
Wash over your plains.
Flying up above, geese let
Themselves be known,
Commanding a respect from
Man who absorbs their song,
Savoring it in their hearts..
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016