Conversation with God

You do this everyday
play in the innocence
of cereal and smiles
I lean back and watch you
hands together
then apart
making beautiful art
of imperfect circles and
awkward squares
Screeches of delight
bring me out of my own thoughts
and I stare lovingly
Through all of those
first sounds and babble
Slowly, I begin to see
When you happily shake
that red polka dot rattle
and knowingly look up
with bubbling excitement
proudly grinning
your emerging two teeth
You are having a conversation
with God...

And sharing it with me

Break

Four teardrops linger upon my cold cheek
Clinging to you in spite of our morning
I silently dread the end of this week
Your missing goodnight was my first warning
I'm gripping the glass --certain it will break
Millions of pieces will scatter around
My mind feels dizzy, my hands release faith
Souless, I watch it crash hard to the ground
Your voice sounds empty, lonely and tired
Don't you remember that I feel it too?
Something has left you so uninspired
Like an overcast day clouds a bright view
The irony of trying hard to stay
Is I always push you farther away

Reassurance

I simply wonder
what sick temptation
convinces you to lag behind
in nonchalant frustration
and eventually causes this
miserable complication --
a shrug of your shoulders
and an empty explanation
when I tell you something is wrong
with our communication

Some Things

I watched your hands
so carefully mastermind
the intricate parts
of structures I'd never understand
How do you know where
each piece belongs
"I just do  --
Like you know
how to make your songs
sound so new and different
every time you sing them"
you said
without looking at me
And in your most grown up voice
continued quietly
"some things just have to be"

Branches

It makes it so difficult
to believe that I am
the only one
When more than one million
can share your private dreams.
And it seems to me
when we are further away
you tend to stay close
to strangers
even though branches
like lovers
should grow from the tree

Black and White

Slow, sinking feeling
Judgmental tones fill my eyes
Close the book for now

Absence of Rain

The sky could not seem to make up his mind
Let the sunrays through or keep the world dark
I persevered with hopes that I could find
A calm reservoir inside of your heart
Instead, I found doubt as grey as this storm
Uncertainty felt surprisingly dead
Forcing my sleep to betray me till morn,
I escaped your reproach inside of my head
A voice like a teardrop whispered my fears
And felt like forgiveness leaving my soul
My certain finale resting in years
Of misled futures and stories untold

The sky and my faith are one in the same
Much too confused in the absence of rain