Unobscured

The smile on my mouth curdles
as I imagine the ways I have been fooled
and my thirst for something like grace is denied

Dawn, again and again, unable to lift the sun up
over the horizon until golden light that glows
bursts like a floodgate bringing spirit
to the shriveled hearts and minds that
want the smooth coolness of words
or the comfort of a hand
to a burning brow.

Instead the sky is ablaze with darkness
and stars that blink out
like bulbs that pop into a quiet death
that only the keeper of that source  of narrow passages
is released for a day in the unobscured sweetness of these milky landscapes
and morning that is awake and rejoicing with hands placed over
the heart.