Sun Bird

I don't know what they call you,
I am convinced that they cannot see you.
Your furthers flip through fighting for recognition.
They stole you and your shade,
now sun kissed dreams melt on your memory.

The wind ignores your arrival,
when you pass through it,
its currents drag you down.
The land is angry at you.
Every time you come to feast on its belly,
it reminds you that you will always return to the sand,
as beauful as your journey is in the skies,
you will return to dust to eat.

The clouds are tired of your chirping,
you expect no reply,
because you know that the world is listening,
and you pray that one day you can have a conversation
with its heated storms,
undress its anger.
learn its language and tell it of your stranded anger.

When staring at the trees you rest on
becomes norm,
you fly across the bore
and flap your wings to kiss the sunlight.
its rays reflect on your  tatooted limbs.

The bliss we mistake you for,
the battles we forget that you faught,
your history is trapped in your throat.
no one understands why you chase the sun
when you know that arrows are waiting for you to dance in the sky,
break your bones and declare you meat.
it is painful how all your dreams roast in the fire.

sun kissed bird burnt to ashes....

Unconditional

Love, you visit me
with the burning lamp of pain in your hand.
I can see your face and know you as sunshine.
You became the stitch between two dead layers of skin,
after soul has ripped through its flesh
into the audience hall of silence.

The world has scratched you with its pain,
asking for its return in songs.
Throwing prayer at your face
like some form of God.
Slaving through the floor with wounded knees,
offered benediction in exchange for a comfort song for all  who can't sleep.

No matter how many insults you are forced to engulf,
you hold your right fist in the air,
your left arm wrapped around the broken ones,
pull through dust,
and sacrifice your meal for the unbelieving dry throat.

I have heard your harp break into an ocean of formless forms,
my hatred floats on top of your body,
you diffuse its existence with a smile,
and hug the doubtful spirit without disgust.

Love, you visit me
after my deeds break hearts.
when honesty is not in my apparel,
you cloth my nakedness with your forgiveness,
when I have buried your image in the grave of darkness.

You watch me die in my sleep,
let me  howl as a ghost
and remind me that as much as I walk through walls,
I wont penetrate the floors,
the ground has rejected to accept an un-lived life,
so I learn to breath again.

I learn the chronicles of living every time you visit,
watch me slowly unmask myself,
and allow me unmask you.
I finally learn, you are God,
the healer of unknown.