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Monday, July 5, 2010

rise and sing*

You manipulate the keys well
beneath your nimble fingers.
The melody is pure and bright
a carousel against the backdrop of night.
It's the fall of rain on a sticky summer sidewalk.
And the light that breaks my morning eyes;
the color that makes them swim and dance.

And I've seen the dark of your heart.
The heart that floats and bubbles on the water,
like trash that finds each other.
Its murky maker hides, sinister.

I pray that you learn to throw your voice to the sky.
That you shout to the clouds
That it echoes among the fresh, crisp blue.

That your wounds rip away.
That your scars vanish.
That what remains is truth.
Only the most pleasant and risen tune.

*for CSAS 

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