The Great Separation.

I want to come back to you
Slowly and then
All at once --

This great separation
Must end.

Bruise

There is something in me
A sunset maybe
The blue and orange and purple sky
The trees in the wind.

This life is bigger than me or you.
It is as big as the mountain
And as changing as the sea.

But there is always the sunset
Blue and orange and purple
Glowing like a slow bruise;

The trees in the wind,
Swaying like they do.