Full

Beauty stretches itself over me.
A thin membrane
Translucent.
All of life quickens under it
The sun rays streaking through it,
Magnified.

Such a fullness of heart
I have not held for many nights now.
Full of restless dreams, 
The anxious mind
May find rest under
The wing of a thankful Spirit.

All of this, mine now
To have and to share
Joy and Gladness,
Following along on winged feet.

Border Line

Pain is
The line.
Pain is the tension.
Between life and death.

We take our blows, and our bows
In the space between.