As I lift myself To the scorning sun, Leaving the dirt to mold itself The hollow raindrops of an unborn storm That fell the words out of God's mouth. He saw you Where you were buried On an evening of a moonlit shore. For I remember Tears running away from me, Words whispered on fractured arms That held nothing but the broken stems Of dead hearts, as unborn flowers. I bleed All that I cannot sow From rotten seeds, From rawest beginnings. You were the love Born of a star, as I was left with a scar Upon these broken arms, that leave a trail, Dragging behind me. Why for God, I am the worshiper? Why for love, I am the enveloper Of a million more mornings Without your scent, for where you went Has been somewhere deeper, Out of reach, On that beach, where the sand is kissed by the coming waves, Rocking love like the Earthquakes, to take me away.