Bottlecap Games

soaring weightlessly
between the fibers of space,
breathing the prayer that
God would open Heaven

where this gift could unfold
and light break through
like a bolt
through this dry cold numb shell

into a bustle, into a melody
of people moving to and fro
playing their own tunes
and then stopping to listen to another

the veins and vessels
intersect
everywhere
and makes everything glad

the chords and the chorus
opens the heart
of the poor man passing by
alone

and the sprite lad
tells his story
to the audience of few
who adore

like a bottlecap game
in the midst of chaos
making the universe silent
with meaning

soaring through the
hustle and bustle
and waiting for my turn
to shine