Eclipse

You are light

But I stand in shadow

I look at my heart

My passions

Hollow

You’re the aggressive vine

Grasping all my support

And precious time

I can barely fathom myself

And yet I wouldn’t trade you

For anything, anyone else

You are my greatest work

In God’s design

All your colors, all your beauty his

All your damage, mine

I can barely orchestrate your path

You break out of barriers of expectation

You’ve grown too fast

For me to keep contained

The distance grows, duty remains

As my clarity dissolves

All words seem insignificant

And all your riddles unsolved

You will become

As you become

And you will do wonderful things

Despite all control I keep

I was the light, the sun

But you, my son, have eclipsed me

An Absence in the Garden

The garden stands as it promised

From passionate seeds, color in a colorless world

And I am color blind

Walk along the edge of order

And chaos

Feel as the fragrant jasmine insists

It exists

See the richness of flames of tithonia

And coneflower

They wait until I wake

Wait until I’m present

Out of this state

But the green seems pointless

And the shadows seem only dark

Waited for the threatening limbs of a dying tree

They’ve come down

They’ve given in to the heat, to the light

And I am standing in the stagnant air

Cicadas callously sigh

The heavy weight, I can barely breath

Worms are working tirelessly in the ground

The hole seems silent

But it always gapes

And I can feel every wound

The lack of feeling is the scar

Walk among the shriveled weeds

Hope I haven’t gone too far

As the structure grows above the gardener

And the gardener sleeps in a  mushroom ground

The birds with songs they can’t remember

Fade with little sound

It’s summer, the grey earth, the parched seed

And I am just an absence in a  garden

Another petulant weed.

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When the sunflower last bloomed

I remember the light, I remember the yellows and golds

Hope

I remember pedals , their perfectly sculpted forms

Before the summer storms

Last  before the greys

Before my damaged eyes could only see this way

I remember the flowers from a child’s smile

How tall they grew how fast, how far

A forest of yellow

That dwarfed a child’s innocent mind

They fell, they always fall as summer insists it perilous

Flame

The pause in the fall before winter came

But now, everything feels the same

All pastel replaced by grey

Sad the artist whose eyes stay closed

Who sees a sunflower that way…