From Grief to Glory

Going to Glad

The taste of you lingers in the corners
of every room of me gone newly
into the middle part my heart
where hallowed breath seeks a new start

I break the day with my long hand
that culls the skin then enters in
the rhapsody of quiet there

Within this labyrinth of timelessness
the dredge of minutes disappears
then takes the shadows and makes them clear

Close the tumult of treachery and whisper not
of stories dripping false assumption
that life and death are grievous sad
then watch the heart take all the glory
as each step turns the trodden into golden
sweet expectation of a day gone glad