Trees and Light

I dream of the light

God's fingers creeping

through the branches

of pine forest.

wind moving star-like

across the eye balls

of vagrant children

and feral birds.

moon-glow sets fire

to blossomed boughs

hoists eternity

above cloistered bones.

little candles

surrounded by darkness

burn until nothing

but smoke and wax.

what begins as vision

ends in revision

open arms are empty arms

open arms are empty arms. . .