Starry, starry night,
When I look upon your endless light.
You remind me of a time some ago,
When you were cold as mercury;
You were cold as snow.
A girl raptured with me, so blond and fair,
Grabbed me, kissed me until I fell.
Her eyes looked just like you,
I've never seen eyes twinkle so bright!
Her soul as deep as you are,
Endless as your night.
I was captured by her brightness,
Just like I am with you.
We fell for each other,
Just like a star you threw.
One day when I was falling,
The girl so blond and fair;
Stole my heart and flew away,
And left my soul a tear.
She flew up to the moon
To follow her beautiful light.
There she left my heart into,
Longing for my sight.
I watch for the girl, so blond and fair,
Nights when the moon is full and pale.
That one day she will return my heart,
And eternity we will sail...

by Sean Hovater 2/27/2013

What if in Heaven these images are our peripheral sight?
Think and it's there for us?
Liquid glass; warm and inviting;
Where skies are never dark;
Where the water is sweet, clear and never murky.
What if we can walk on the sandy ground,
And it feels like tiny marshmallows?
What if the rocks are silver and gold,
But we could lick them and it taste like peppermint?
What if the clouds were all the colors of a rainbow;
Where we could reach up and touch them like
Cotton candy?
Where the whole image is one dimension
And three at the same time.
What if in Heaven the warm wind blows,
Ever so slowly through the caverns and fissures?
Silently presses against our face,
Feeling every curve.
We close our eyes and smell the sea,
And the wind quietly plays our favorite songs;
Sung by the Angels.
What if we swam in brilliant light,
Like swimming in milk but seeing and breathing?
What if in Heaven you were there with me,
Breathing the same thing I do?
I would know then and only then it would be Heaven.

Sean Hovater

Many times I have been there, all alone in the night;
Blue and silver fill the darkness and surround your brilliant white light.
I have talked to you of my dreams, my wants and my pains;
But all you had to say was "silent", in your wax and wanes.
I have been in love, and exclaimed it to you so loud!
You have shone back to me like someone so proud!
I have been so lonely and have wept and cried to you all night;
You were again very silent in your cool silver light.
You have seen my heart broken by one I thought would be forever mine;
What you had to give me was nothing but time.
I have seen wonderful many wonderful things in this life,
They always go away too soon.
But you are always there when I need you,
My silvery white moon.

5/27/2012
Sean Hovater

All of this flesh!
Longs; hurts; tear it free!
Light singes the wax,
Cold pressed, inside of me.

Eyes windows of the soul;
Sharp glance, outside knife.
Fear bars and strangles,
Longing for true life.

Every night questions pour,
“Why, Raven, why?!”
His glare catches the mind
With his dark colored lie.

This voice I hear is
Dreading and dark!


Fear, child!
“Flesh. Destroy. Soul!”
“****** are you!”
Light you cannot know!

Weep as you drip dread;
Full, like an unfulfilled crush.
Heart becomes carrion,
“Cursed bird will not hush!”

Sweat washes destiny on my face,
Helpless, bound with mindless ways.
Bloodstream sipped away;
The dark bird preys.

Lies! False vision dark!
There is no voice
Within the Raven
Lies! No imbued hark!

Light belongs, fair child!
Walk in the meadows so fair.
Soft as woolen flax,
As the fairy’s hair!

Hell belongs to devils,
The devils belong to Hell.
Do not be deceived,
By ****** spell!
They offer freedom,
Through Raven flight!
Only descends deeper;
Cavernous night!

Love moves;
Static it is never.
Open your eyes my dear,
Be your heart cleaver.

I am not light,
But light is in me.
Tented with flesh;
I will tear free!

Inhale warmth,
Inhale light.
Exhale peace.
Exhale right.

**** that carnivorous bird;
Raven of night!
Soar like an eagle,
“Soul take your flight!”

1/27/2015
Sean Hovater

What is Beauty?
Is not the soul creator of beautiful?
If so, why are people with souls not so beautiful sometimes?
Is it this flesh that gets in the way, fighting to show us our ugliness?
Beauty is not seen as much it is realized.
Beauty is not the eyes but how the eyes perceive.
Beauty is not the mouth by how the lips are used.
Beauty is not the hands but how the hands are guided;
softly and gliding or harsh and punishing.
Beauty is not speaking hard to weakness,
but kindness that holds up the weak members.
Beauty is seeing through the roughness;
Seeing through the pain;
Seeing through the sins;
Seeing past our ugliness, (cause we all have it).
Beauty is not the piano but the music it makes.
Beauty is the light we see in the darkness.
Beauty is the hope in Heaven.
Beauty is not any of us, lest we have our eyes washed with salvation,
in order to see Beauty in others.
What is Beauty?
Beauty is the inside of what creates it.
Sean 7/30/2012

Kiss me**
“Please let me kiss you!”, my heart says,
Pushing it’s way through my chest.
“If I could just break free, I know I would make it your best!”
Your lips are warm, liquid vibrations;
My body begins to shake.
“Please let me kiss them!”,
My breath you begin to take.
I want our lips to be one, to never be apart.
“Oh, please let me kiss you!”
Be still my beating heart.
Kiss my body! Kiss my soul! Kiss me until I’m sore!
“Just please let me kiss you!”
As once we did before.

by Sean Hovater