Holy Ghosts

My machine is time

True love, kissed

Of birthing suns

I saw Father rhyme

In parted mist

Of broken guns

In your window

A world of promise

And living, shining clay

In the image of our ever

We were given Word to say

From love, and of love

And through love

My machine is hopeful

From kindness of all friends

Through every augured rewrite

If means betray the ends

Searching windows here

At the edge of everything

See, I saw ashes of the always

I wept, and ran, and hid

Still, you knew I needed you

Long before I did

Through love, I found

Of love, the ground

For love, the sound

Given Word

And my machine

Now is climbing dream

Spinning raptured

With my letters

Through unconquered light

True's feast of promise

The hallowed way it tasted

Holy ghosts of tender flame

Is wisdom never wasted

If home is still a candle

In your window