To Claim the Sky

The cathedral of sky empties of prayers
When a pilgrim is wary of the ground again,
Who tiptoes its echoing vaults of wind,
Arched solid as the rains descend.

In the halls of sun, the houses of days,
With twilights burning along the wall,
All is drawn behind the night,
Storming, should one faithful fall.

The darkness is young, wiry of wit,
For raindrops pass in hoods of mist,
Lusting for the gold, the grime
The faithless donned in shadows kissed.

Felled phoenix, daunted in the clear,
The steeple appears long-painted past,
Who is to know the bells still toll
Lest a neighbor lends a feather, at last?

Battle Cry

Fire and ice, a layer
Long spread on the glass-
A glaze, separated,
Less than complete.

Pull the shields, the silence
From the infinite turns, niches,
The secrets from the tamed-
The war begins noble.

Sit still, and it follows,
Paints a canvas of soot
(Smiling eyes don't see).
Overturn yourself in the night,
And uncover a prowess long set.

Wandering Love

A promise fall in promised wake,
A lover's soul did leave and take.
Vain, a promise heart did make,
A lover scorned in lovers' wake.

Who was to know if they were true,
Vows so cast as lovers do?
Liars need those hearts so few
Which sow for truth as liars grew.

Perhaps, no truth, perhaps, no lie
Could pull the hook from anchored sky,
But eyes all virtue thrice defy
As glances send the heavens fly.

Post 100!!! I'm not sure if this is supposed to be an upcoming (now occuring, soon to be past) given for a devoted blogger, or simply a landmark that we all sleep by. Yet, still it must be a landmark. All numbers are one kind of landmark or another, whether a dagger in the eyes or a dagger to the eyes.

How Do I Answer Myself?

How do you go back when you've thrown yourself out?

How do you step forward when you don't know what you're leaving behind?

How do you ask for something to be returned to you when you didn't know you had it to begin with?

How do you refuse something you tried so hard to take?

How do you let yourself fall into it when you don't know if anyone will catch you?

How do you pull yourself out when your heart doesn't want to argue?

How do you keep walking when the light is so far behind you?

How do you stop when you never knew you were walking?

How do you run straight into the line of fire when you have all the bullets, but no gun?

And yet....

How do you keep hiding in the shadows when your war has already been won?