Turquoise eyes with sleep-smudges beneath
And staring me down, what do you see?
You’re gone, but I’m smiling beneath a halo of smoke, sun and song

A silver-tongued angel with a smile like a star
If you touch my skin, could you feel the rush of heat?
 
Beneath the ribs, a heart;
Broken, beaten and restored
Beating for love and life and luck and laughter;
Pumping blood and God and sin,
Tangled together,
Creation from within.

The world really isn’t a bright place, if you look;
Light and dark and everything between,
How can we claim that life is any one thing?
Death, love and hate,
Everything happens simultaneously,
And who’s to say that there’s any rhyme or reason for it?
Does God intervene?
Maybe.
Does the Devil whisper in our ears?
Sometimes, so how can we lean to one side?

Life is not good
Life is not bad
Life is, and that is all

I laugh as the sun heats my skin
And the wind whips at my clothing;
The sky has never been a more beautiful blue.

There are goths with dark eyes,
Liars with long legs,
Leeches in disguise;
Lovers who won’t stay;
Mysterious magpies;

Perpetual, a world of insects, spinning
My love and my life, my luck and my laughter
Who says there’s no “Happily ever after”?
Love and life, luck and laughter,
We all. Just. Are.