Burn Like a Billion Suns

We are like

Cigarettes

Flicked onto ice.

A feeble glow,

Barely enough to melt

A small pool underneath,

Extinguishing ourselves.

Burn like a billion suns...

Or don't bother.

Ashes

While asleep,

I caught a glimpse of You

And my heart

Became ashes.

Now what?

Inner Ear

This cigarette smoke

Is my incense;

This coffee, my sacramental wine.

Silence. No words are needed.

Listen with an ear

That opens when the

Other two are deaf.

Who can say

How long it lasts?

You Are a Message

You are a message,

Radiant and poignant,

Written by an invisible hand.

Put aside your books

And read yourself,

Illumined

By an inner light

That never fails.