Northern_Lights_2016

24 Truth of Matter Erin Noehre Last love packed my lips full with downy snow, Sealed them with impenetrable bane. The next to wander those rosy plains Will come invited only to stumble upon a threat below. I’ll take pause in permanent purse, frozen as if from green apple or lemon. Until outside interlocking defeats frost. A frigidness on which collapses all things feminine, Where poinsettia bloom on ground shaggy and lost. Gripe and writhe in sacred sin. Awaken ravished and pay the cost A toll bridge emerges from gaps in parted lips, Making home in words left unsaid. I begin to wonder when I’ll be frugal with emoluments of silver and elm, And can afford to pay the ticket again. The Phoenix Nathan Abraham The ashes of your phoenix Rise from the outstretched wings Of the new dawn. Your lips tremble In the quake of light Sprung from your equinox, In the sun’s mirror Bright fire rises And your red flame smiles. The Unseen Light Nathan Abraham Darkness descends on the cold back of night. You leave the flame of perpetual delight alive with expectation of the unseen light. Drunk with life you cross the paths of wandering creatures echoing the past. Through night you travel again alone in the naked distance of things unknown. In the midst of crashing and latent return you scrape and spin and toil to learn who in the night will see your spark alone again to confront the dark.