Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Climbing sliver,our history, held in contempt,concedes its wisdombefore a gilded tower Joshua, in exile,passing along his yolk,like stones planted in the river,hidden in our children’s laughter,a mustard seed,faithfully preservedfor more fertilesoil

marionette,misplaced,your dreams,laid out, becamejust another teardrop my love,your dreams,passed forwardmanifest along side spring showers,an infants laughterresounding across the silence,so much more thanjust another teardrop

Dawn-swimmertwice shy,the midday sun,out of place,finds itself a causal ribbon,stretched out and pinchedbetween transience and incongruity dusk-weaver,on display,your dissatisfaction sharper thanthe Queen of hearts,pulls again,at what I am, andwhat is meant to be

World-wise,winding,a rose petal,falling, finds itselfsuspended by the hand of God You,winding down,having lost your waytwice before,sharpen your teethgratefully,upon the edge offaith