November

Memories and fantasies
Combine, collide,
And intertwine,
Until I am tangled
In teardrops
Unnamed
While untamed lions
Scratch at the threshold
Of November
Before October’s
Even had a chance
To fade.

Day 2

As each layer peels away
And every sunrise on each new day
Illuminates me
I weep with wonder
At the clarity of all I see
Awakened
Aware
And overcome
As angels lean in over me with
White winged whispers in my ear
Dripping through my soul
Saturated, shaking, singing
And soaring out of control
Too overwhelmed to know
That this is only
The beginning.