One Way Life

The symptom of a life well lived sails in an ocean of souls.

Dressed to find the tears that learn from the absence of paradise,

Sweet signals indulge, hiding behind shadows of content.

Layers of sound that depend on the spring,

Midnight verbs too cold to care.

Lessons in the temple too tired to learn,

Bottom visions of blind devotion.

Energy and motion, defining wounds,

Fragile sins hidden in plain sight.

Home changes in glass, reflecting, refracting mess.

Throne lit on fire, wind in the rain.

A lucid bird follows the light of the sun,

Kissing another way out of the fall.