Did you see it, moving, all day across the sky,
a prayer in physical form?
Did you see it, in the morning, rising in the wintry air,
all flame and glory,
a perfect chariot pulled by his dog, white as snow,
a hound of God?
Did you hear it, laughing and burning,
singing our favorite tune, “Rose Garden”,
a love song for the flowers down below?
And did you see it, finally, sinking below the horizon—
a golden, hot stone, like the ones he gave me
along with other brightly colored things?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it lit everything?
And have you finally accepted nothing gold can stay?
And have you realized it’s okay to fall in love with the sun?
If your heart is the moon
your eyes are the sun.
You are a man turned to flame, and
you burn so bright.
Shine on me until I become
molten lava seeping into the earth.
I will finally melt into being.
I will finally be alive,
the moonlight dancing
in my heart.
When the day ends, I want to say all day long
I was married to the light.
I was in your multi-colored band
waiting for you to sing the first note,
playing a rainbow like a guitar,
each string, a different color,
a different sound of grief.