in these shoes

In these shoes
I gotta walk on stars to keep them looking bright
and one time I kicked and I shattered the moon,
it became those trillion white specs in blacktop
and now when the sun bends ahead of the earth's curve
It instead reflects upward
and illuminates the dark parts of my night

I'm glad you allowed my fingers to be the broom
that sweeps the hair from your eyes
what I didn't know was that you'd not need my sweeping
until some other froze you paralyzed
leaving your face with water-logged eyes
what you didn't know
was that my bristles stick together at times
and far from pleasant are the feelings I don't share
when I see your gaze stare… real close
but just to tantalize… my hopes… of sweeping round the clock
when winters freeze,
and summer's heat,
and fall leaves
beneath your toes weave
a carpet
but you only permit me to be the rake
when I'm willing to come embrace
whatever tapestry you make
and shake the dust (I borrowed that one)

I define forgiveness as hands full of glass shards
Let to fall
while time moves backward at a redemptive pace
to the tune of amazing
And then back forward to the beat of newness
To the tune of grace
Realizing it had been playing all the while
and the glass doesn't fall it fireflies
overtop the black desert of Kuwait's nights
until oil-wells get poked into the earth's crust like light-brights
like a trillion candelabra dropped to the floor
from the ceiling of one of God's corridors
falling into a bursting oil fire from
oil rigs where the shards disintegrate
into whatever it is we become

and these shoes
ah man I'm going to keep walking in these shoes