Last Light On
Kenny Becker
climbing through the windowpane
pools in the grass and gentle haze
there's a fizzing in the fire
palms on the eyes
hiding me from a headline
but once painful long
joined into a song
all unlauded days were mending ones
and for you too
for whom the mirror will align
anew in sweetly petaled time
bright the lane of blood alight
below the earth in bended rhyme
gentle heavy creepin in
hovering
rising deep from the faultline
hydrangea lawn
azure till the dawn
beckoning me leave the last light on
for you
for whom the mirror will align
anew in sweetly petaled time
with a bell ringing over
