Tyger Thomas

Truly

I saw you truly, when I did go blind,
and I thank God for vision lost!
I had always seen strong shoulders,
and sleek muscles upon your thigh.
The midnight sky -- your hair.
Dark, rich earth -- your eyes.
But I had never seen your heart, until
I saw you truly, when I did go blind.

I heard you truly, when my ears did fail,
and I thank God for hearing lost!
I had always heard quiet thunder.
Words measured in syllabic time.
Your pausings to take breath.
But I never heard your heart speak, until
I heard you truly, when my ears did fail.

I felt you truly, when my hands did go numb,
and I thank God for feeling lost!
I had always traced the outline of your jaw.
Pressed warm fingers to your lips.
Felt skin as smooth as silk.
But I never felt your heart's response, until
I felt you truly, when my hands did go numb.

I loved you truly, when your love was lost,
and I begged God not to let it be so!
For I saw your heart, when my sight was gone.
I heard it speak, when my ears had failed.
I felt it's response, when my hands had grown numb.
But I never loved you when I could, and
I loved you truly, when your love was lost.

You Are

You are the burning, you are the balm
You are the storm, after the calm

You are the wind, dancing with the rain
You are the blood, coursing through my veins

You are the question, the answer is unneeded
You are the fields, waiting to be seeded

You are the grass, clinging to the sand
You are the sunset, going down upon the land

You are the Spring, chasing away Winter's frost
You are the finder, and I am the lost

You are the puzzle piece, when all things were clear
You are everything I've ever held dear

You are a spider, your web a welcome lair
You are the reason, I chose again to care

You are the poison, you are the cure
Your love's a sanctuary, for which I endure

Death of a Star

Would he lift the veil, and kiss my painted lips,
were I in mourning for another?
This sad mourning, the passing of a star --
it's light's complete removal.
Stars are meant for a celestial set,
gathering together.
But, it touched down upon my world
and so it must burn out.
It seared the ribbon of my life;
made me pause my stride.
But does that mean I must keep these steps,
Not wander into newness?
I would wear that veil, if he asked me too,
and make some space inside me.
I'd honor him beside that star,
that once touched my world
before silently winking out.

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