With a mocking smile she laid in the lines
Telling a fib as big as a life
Twisting a face with sin in her place
'No harm can be done' she whispered in waste.
Not wanting to hurt, but please herself
wanting to mean it but, she knew it's wealth.
It was not within her to feel such riches,
but instead  a skit with many hart felt wishes

My son runs, wrapping arms around
my nebulous waist.

"l love you, Mom!"  He squeezes tighter,
as if letting go would be his black hole.

"I love you, too, " I squeeze back, absent mindedly.  (Where is the cream? I need coffee.)

"I love you more!" he breathes, without pause.
He gazes into my eyes,
searching my planets.

"Oh no, that can't be true," I retort.
I forget the coffee, his eyes are starlight.

"I love you to infinity!" he exclaims,
staring harder.

He wants to sail the Milky Way with me.

"Me too," I reply, and remember oxygen tanks.

I'm speaking in light years, and I hope the sound waves will catch up to him.

His face cracks into a million years of forever, before he lets go,
dancing across the universe of our livingroom,
his solar system intact.

At least for now.

Sit down, put pen to paper
Think.
Nothing comes.
Pen ink spreads out from where the tip touches
A stain on an otherwise blank sheet
A stain that speaks more then the words that won't form
A visual primordial soup of the mind
All mushed up
No clearity or dividing line.
No verbal structure to be defined from the words
From the thoughts
They all are or are not
There is no pattern, or order
Yet no chaos either.
Just ink on paper.
The ink being my thoughts, pouring out unformed and all at once
Spreading out from where the pen rests, unmoving on the paper
Soaking the point of impact till it rips, peircing through.
Still thinking.
Like always having something on the tip of your tougne
But in your mind, your thoughts
It's there yet unformed and unknown.
So again sit down, put pen to paper
And think.

Every little detail, even the flaws
All tightly wound in my mind
I've in visioned them over and over and over again
Repetitive thinking
Repeatedly plan
Desperately hoping, no, wanting
Always the want, need, urge
Longing
An ache away from my last breathe
Yet clinging
So the details stay
The flaws, stay
Always
Always there
Neve stop wanting, never stop

Falling from the sky
I never felt so free
Not scared that I might die
Just wanting to see

What it looks like below,
If earth is really there
Under "heavens" glow
Full of love and care

Or is it just a dream
Not really there
Flowing like a stream,
Yet never is the end near

And I'll fall forever
Wondering what it's like
Never knowing what it is I left behind
For something I just had to find