Somewhere in the vast expanse--
Where the stars escape,
And matter dances to their disco light shows,
Where do dreams go when the magic dies?

Endless breaths
Chasing the ceaseless,
Nothing here remains constant.

Here among an ever changing cast,
A character sheet, with a font unknown
Translates love into these bones,
Sacrificed for a life that was once meaningful.

Empty space,
Like a void in the heavens
A place where angel voices do not carry
I won't hear you if you try to reach me,
Over and out, something grips
I'm bleeding now, wound caused a chasm.

In silent gallows,
Loose lips sink these surly ships,
Let me find peace in depths
Swimming to find the endless.

All that we are, that could ever be
Remnants rooted from deadened things,
Dust from the ashes of light
And we desperately want to burn again
Embers of a great flame, never dying
Phoenix down pillows, I don't want to wake.

Somewhere in the vast expanse,
Dreaming in the endless,
Chasing destiny as destruction fills the void
Delirium overwhelms me like overgrowth
I'm covered in the emerald, flowering.

Desire burns, I become, what was--
Fire unburdened, a star rekindled
So matter can dance as I shine.

Don't you wake me from this,
Let me cast the characters,
And live at last as I should, one among the many.

Where do dreams go when the magic dies?
Here inside the mind a void calling to the endless.

A spiritual journey is funny.
Just when you think you've lost, you've actually won.
Not because you gave up, but because you learned to let go...

-Rhia Clay

Don’t you worry
It won’t be too long little ones
Basking in your slumber,
Kicking little feet in fleeting dreams,
Covered by the brush,
I’ll protect as a sentinel.

Soon you’ll wake up,
Gather from your burrow
Yawn from the rousing
And look for a treat,
Perhaps a strawberry,
Maybe one of the tomatoes
Perhaps you’ll climb into the bed
Try to Dig for yet-to-be carrots
Maybe even just the tuft of pumpkin leaf?

I’ll watch over you,
Guided hand for when the hawks soar,
Hungered beaks seeking
Like a man to his BBQ meats,
She glides in circles,
Stubborn to retreat,
But not when I watch
Not when I am standing on two feet.

Don’t worry,
As you grow,
Those hoppy legs
Propelling zoomie times
Where you wind up at my side
I am your arboreal sentinel,
Verdant protector.