My family tree
I dreamt of a fever
Buried in this cold winter
Hearts warm the icicles
Spread across my neck like jewelry
Choking my cooled blood
It coagulates in congratulations
Of a sparrow that has gnawed
On my three-serpentine mind
I found myself on our Lord’s highest hill
Rifting through dead pages
Howling with coyotes
Wrangling with the sun god
As I spin the trees, creeks, and willows
I sun a vision of a wounded child
It’s tears burned my cheeks
And it’s wailing crushed my ears
As of my mother, I adore her
She made the sunrises always brighter
All these quiet somber nights
Seem lighter
She is the earth that I lay on
My father, i love him
As the heart in my chest
He is the beacon of my seas
For in the darkest place
That tend to tread
He steers me into the light
My brother, who I dearly cherish
He’s a part of my heart
I sometimes see him and then not
And I break like ceramic within
All shards and no remnants
I truly wish happiness on him
That I will never possess
A family, a loved one, all roses
And me, I live in a mist
Of ghostly notes and reminders
Wishing on some plane
Where those words I speak
Under hushed breaths
Transform to reality
But that was never my lot
Im a tortured soul
Deemed to travel alone
On this oily boulevard
All beaming lights and blood
But my family, they love me
For reasons yet unknown
You, sweetness, say things
And I seem to understand
Why it is impossible
For my kind to be loved
It makes so much sense
So, the path goes
I will not make any attempts
At this so called happiness
I wish not to rock the cradle
I am meant for solitude
A life making love with loneliness
To marry the stars
