Author: Biscuits & Booze

I’ll die

with a hymn of praise on my lips

to the God I found 

not between the pages of a book

but swirling in the air around me

steeped in the light

of a blazing sun that burned

holes in my retina if I looked too long.

The one whose name

remained a mystery

scrawled on the spiral staircase of my DNA

seeping up through my cells

to whisper along the surface of my skin

silently uttering

the secrets 

of the universe. 

Throw words into the wind,

my God told me.

Toss poems into the streets

like candy

at a parade.

Let them fall where they may

take root

in soil

and sand 

and sodden paper cups.

Let love spring from your lips

always.

Embrace the night.

Marry the stars.

Let the moon

draw her fingers 

along your soft throat.

Be gentle 

when you hold

a swath of life

between your palms

for this fur

this grass

this stone

is my home.

My God kisses me awake

each morning

whispering

Wake up, child

and be wandering wonder.

My God will kiss me asleep

when my eyes close

for the last time. 

The shimmering world

behind my eyelids

will explode

engulfing my shining soul

in its true home

drowning lingering shards of fear

in never ending

light.

About Tawni Waters