March

trusting that the doom of many days will lay

softly upon you, I wait

wait for the sun to sink down

and the stars to fall out of the night’s web

wait for tomorrow to unfurl

so we may ride forth under its blazing banner

each of us walks on

enduring the kisses and lashes of fortune

we are stumbling by the end, coated in dust

some crippled, some with empty hearts

our hopes betrayed, or worn down 

by many steps

I have learned that music

makes the marching easier and so

though my throat is tight with thirst 

and with desire

I sing 

soft songs, defiant songs, love songs

it is my way, to spin from nothing

this remedy against the abandon of despair,

this thread of hope

each of us must weave our own way

out of the desolation of the bleak fields

and sometimes it is watching what we cannot heal

that breaks us open

I cannot show you the right road

or ease your steps, but I can sing to you