Anomaly

If a tree grew from the rock, strained its fibers to the sky,
If it pushed leaves from branches thin, just so it could cry,
If it shoved out so hard its bark rent and blood dripped from the cracks,
Just so the branches' silhouette would make the sunset last;

If the sea thrashed its back, and tore itself apart,
If it threw itself hard upon unrelenting rocks,
If it crashed again and turned itself all white,
Just so all its scars could reflect the waning light;

And if the sun stepped off the edge of the burning sky,
If if fell through darkening clouds that edged their way awry,
If it sought to drown itself, to do so every day,
Just to check the night and let its colors play;

If all of these things happened, all this grief and death and pain,
And if it was on purpose, and none but self to blame,
What is the treasure great, that's making all these screams
Turn Beauty from the ashes, and Love from formless dreams?

Fear

It comes out of the dark and faces the wind,
Pushes it back with a decaying grin
It melts all the trees and freezes the stone,
Sinks all the oceans with a melodic moan
Its shape is a circle, its weight is the world,
All of its memories have yet to unfold
Wild, it is free, and tramples the rest,
They'll all cry out in witless distress
Formless, countless, reckless it rides,
Issuing in on the backs of the tides
Nothing can stop it, save emptiness bare
And everything too, it can't go near there,
But in between, it goes to and fro
And seeks the innards of the whole world to know.