Swallow's Song

Swallow’s Song

There is something new

Growing like the sound

Of sulfide alighting

Within you

It keeps from burning out

Fixed and free of doubt

As a swallow’s lilting

Passing by

In a new sky

Ringing as it strikes

I heard it in the form

Of a brass horn

I hear it in the midst

Of an angel’s kiss

Given in the wake of ashes

Sifted back into the only place

Nothing can erase

Sacred flower cover me

Budding free

As a steel string sustaining

I heard it from a blonde mexican guitar

Its cord a far cry

My amp on standby

And remained there

In the form of a cross

Sustained there

Totally lost

Pale blue and glossed