The Universe In Me That Cried
At the pain-struck point of passing the
universe in me that cried of loss
imploded every star and moon
until a meteoric cross
was borne upon my back.
At the dawn of dark despairing the
universe in me that cried denial
shook forgotten childhood roots,
cranked the grief and all the while
let light succumb to black.
In the echoed eves of emptiness the
universe in me that cried so numb
evicted nearly all my faith
and tapped upon a funeral drum
that almost beat us both.
In the latter leap of letting go the
universe in me that cried her name,
embraced of all she ever was,
from pure love salvation came
and prayed for my re-growth.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005