Midnight Poetry

say no more
in the vigil of the morning light
say only Her name
as the light grows in your chest
on the cusp of your glory
let your breath rest
in the infinite space
of your wild and wide existence.
that fine silence behind your words
cradles the songs of your liberation.
another chance in each moment
to stay grounded
even when you stumble
into her arms,
head down, forehead in the mud
then, swell your lungs with the moist amber smell
let the earth feel you, see you, hold your
restless, fragmented frame.
seep into the soil.
you will come back
that which you always were.

By Felix Telek