a pair of pieces

The One in Kentucky asked for these, and i realised that i never posted these online. So i figure i'd post 'em, and ya'll can make fun of me for it =P

they're meant as bookends, fyi

"To Fall"

The sky, like lips, opens wide
to take our breath
and rain down its promise:
a kind of weeping kindness
in which the heat is rent.

A little hope is found; rebounds,
resounding in the dark and empty hall,
filled with trunks and unhung lights.
We stand - tiny taped off boxes mark the spaces.
We stand - tiny, empty, taped up boxes.

A flash of light, like rain laid out
in words upon a novel.
We fall: to feel the breeze.

No more. We shall unlock the door.
We shall not be afraid



"The Breeze Ends"

The sky, as lips, closes again
reclaiming its bounty and promise.
No more the storm, again the dry.
There is peace in rain, a great release
that sweeps away the pieces of sand
that play in little boxes.

So long it took, so long.
The rain still in the air, and the ground
had yet to dry.

But now the rooftops shimmer
as forgotten, secret places -
more the one than the others.
The heat returns - no longer
rent by rain.

We fall: to feel the breeze.
It is a lesson, taught and learned.
No more afraid, but again the way is locked.
And yet, i beg the storm to come again.