my life is filled
with so many small things
small joys
small fears
small confidences
small promises
let there be small open windows
just a little light
to wend my way
with you
into a drunken
passion
this bright week
continues
empties into
one day
let me discover
something new
i will be satisfied
there will always be
small dreams
prophecies
visions
: blood, and fire, and smoke
: the sun turned to darkness
: the moon to blood
let them be writ large
my sight grows dim
