Unintended

There's something about you,

That will always greet me out of the blue.

Is it the moles on your back?

Is it the nook of your teeth?

Or the bones beneath your cheek?

Maybe it's the crease on your collar,

Or the smiles that never get older.

Perhaps it's the way your finger,

Flick the ashes off the cigar.

There's something about you,

That made me smile,

That made me fly high,

Out of the blue.

Knellbombing

What was, what is and what will be?

I do not know.

For I have left the opened cage and last year's page.

And soar.

Into the ripples of light beyond the horizon.

Up the sky across the Orion's Belt.

I float.

If wounded, hurt, cursed, forsaken.

Come what may, let it happen.

For I am no longer afraid.

Of what was, what is and what will be.

For You,

Were, Are and Will Be with me.