Lava

Lava in the sky, dense as it unfolds below dark light,

Rocking asleep all that was bright and hopeful, tucked

Away for the night. I tried to be clever, to be right. But my

Lips are frozen, my tender words stolen, from the cold-

Hearted pines. The trees unbound to palpitating earth's

Swollen ground. Red waters contend and rush in, the

Hollow ground, they fill, where the trees that fell spring

Ache. Oh, streams so red and deep, turn the smart and

Weak. Heal the shallow lame to life, save the wound and

Warn the willow's strife.

Crack the clouds, prove their weightless might.

Morning song, heal our tearless plight.