Arrival

cut from the coldest slivers of silver
gold from the guts of the mines of the mountain
stones that are smooth from the turning of tides
i have arrived, i have arrived

Unravel

i have seen the wind 

blur all i've ever known 

til i was reborn 

painted new colors 

sketched on this great stone 

i have taken pictures 

seas of feeling 

keeling over 

sweeping strides of red 

words better unsaid 

knives bitter on skin  

walls punched in 

but kind words broke me open 

weeds were growing inside 

where green gardens once were 

lush in their young growth 

the stuff that sways at sunset 

and when you began to carve 

compose new notes in these scars 

i began to find gates 

in this hideous maze

escape into you through fern decay 

moss on stones always beneath me 

mosaics placed so perfectly

i have unraveled suddenly