On the keys, sable, a star-shaped leaf, gules

I fold myself against the black keyboard,
Sick, the same deep sound pushing inside my chest.
There's a new resolve
Between the blue neon lines.

I understand now that the lukewarm arms
That reach gently from behind
And fold my arms across my chest
Belong to fear. I understand--
This chaos and this blackness,
Balance-beaming me
                    are not my Lord.


My Lover, my Lover Of All--
No miscommunicating, confusing, calculating,
Just trust without reservations,
No fear--
If I could live here--
If here You could be--
Would that revive the life to me?
Would I forget with clarity?

The colors flew before they fell
And I unseen beneath them--
Contrast, flip, dismount,
And stand--
With all the glory-strength of it, stand--
A deep, thudding sunrise in me.