Carvings Of Light

I sliced a brick out of the sun’s face
set it on my edifice of jigsaw puzzle pieces,
little stones of reflections that hold my mind
on top of a pyramid were I entomb mistakes.

Wish they would stay mummified
instead of screaming their complaints,
it is another monument built
on the desert of my soul,
one more arid plain wander as a nomad
where I look for Eden
and find only those dark paradise
with salvation being a crooked cross.

Some day the wilderness will end
the trails I find won’t lead to cliffs
and nobody will die of broken hearts
or have clouds rain so hard with tears.

In between the rocks I’ve culled
is the passage I have trod,
a path not cold or hot
filled with winds the bring emptiness
before I wake in the shadows
hearing my name called from a summit
with getting their taking a lifetime
often falling more than standing.