One side of two,
the fool takes look
on the ugly

an intricate mirage
of both galactic radiance
and deep blackness

who can stand
to summon the beautiful?
a warrior's path
to sharing life

though the one who confronts,
and climbs,
is the one who faces the densest darkness
and highest falls

perhaps the middle,
is what was always
best

Eternal familiarity
a delicate remembrance
of a simple combustion

a thousand suns,
and 9 thousand more
an ember grew
into our
story

through the depths
of emerald jungles,
to the heights
of quartz mountains

I wouldn't trade it for the galaxy,
my greatest friend,
and eternal charge,
a bound essence
more sacred
than
all the world.

even the sweetest
of fruits, memories
and happiest moments
fade into nothing

to be grateful
for the fleeting life
and to realize
that all is
loss

it is all washed away,
into an infinite and
galactic ocean
into the very fabric
that wove
creation

fall into nothingness,
as to say goodbye

the question of why attach
to something so fleeting
and why even love,
when it will all
disappear

perhaps rewarded,
in some after-life
or reacquainted
with eternal
memory

And here we are,
in this presence

an illusion
of stability
for but a brief
time

A seeker,
of infinite wonder
set out to
discover
the most incredible
treasure

those of immortal value
in all that they stand,
as time,
the greatest
conqueror
of all

gathered in a
sacred sack
these loving
gems she
stored

however her love
was the motive,
to capture
and share these
treasured gems
to save the others

though when she returned,
from atop the mountain,
no one recognized her
and no one,
would hear her treasure

a life dedicated,
and a life she gave
for pieces of information
that were stored
in the deepest of trenches,
but these she couldn't share,
for no one spoke the language,
the surface dwellers,
could not comprehend the depths

so she withdrew,
into an icy cave,
where she did find some warmth,
in weaving together these treasures
into a shining quilt
made of verse

frozen in time,
the word can be
keep on writing,
and don't be afraid,
to give it
your
life

because they will outlast you.

whimsical patterns,
of vortex aura
colors in the river
of mystic reds,
follow this order,
of a thousand drums
like the iron
in a mountain
calling you
home

time flows by
as an intricate
trance,
we've found the rhythm
an ancient
dance

through the wormhole
of painted cities
and rock
of molten lava

We fly away
as simple dust
in an eternal
spell

crafted realities
in all different forms
we've danced through the times
and weathered the chapters

find this rhythm
some simple truth,
you've seen the end
and I am there

a connection beyond the temporal
some spiritual
remembrance
of the deafened
winds

you've called through the dark,
breaking of the dawn,
a connection
eternal,
you I join
in the midst of
ten thousand suns

expansion beyond measure
we've taken this plunge
and I've found the resolve
to remember you,
and bring you with,
as we
fly

follow in the footsteps
of all those remembered,
and see who had
the most
satisfying
life

was it sensual pleasure,
or boundless abundance
that gave the greatest
gifts

forgotten by many,
the answer withdrew

bring it back to the forefront
of the collective
unconscious

a dream arrived
to give the clearest
answer
for a question
barely even there

you feel something is missing?
well it's loneliness, my dear
your investments did not generate
or maintain,
your most important
connections

now you fade away,
into this solitary aura
where you're ripped apart
by an expanding
universe

The dream says, yes!
you must find hope,
in the hidden city,
there exists
a sacred connection,
though you must seek,
and seek hard

this connection still remains,
even for you,
one who ventured farthest
away from home