A star on the map, leagues in descent of ink barrels.
Do I stamp my name in honor? Rise to the sturdy world
Where our ancestors came and fell?

Glimpse on jewels no man's eyes have yet to see;
I am awake after years of disdain, distant
Of my home and my inner knowledge.

So what seeking wonder gives my mind an ultimatum
That my heart cannot justify? I have spilled the ink
Before and lost the privilege to write.

So I keep on traveling, daring to look at vast beauty,
Floating in the world. I am past a golden existence,
But platinum is in high demand in these ages.

Blinking in the balmy breeze
Beneath the old oak tree,
Signs of summer sunlight found
Winking back at me.

Just when dusk begins to break
And the crickets sing in tune,
Little flashes of mysteries
Appear like the July moon.

Scurrying out to join the fun
With my Mason jar in hand,
Any twinkle sought tonight
Will be in high demand.

Pinch their tails without regret,
For they will regrow,
Then place them on the flower ring
And admire them while aglow.

Floating like the stars above,
Little fireflies burning bright,
Come dance and play with us
Until it's time to bid good-night.

When I close my eyes one last time,
I can see a darkness in depth I've never known.
It takes but a moment to recompose
That soon my flesh will recede from bone.

Yet of this infinite night adhere:
Stars gather round, burning cold and bright;
In passage my sorrows morph to stone,
Wings gaining in my crowning flight.

And those whose hearts beat close to mine
Seek to catch my pacific gaze.
Spritely in their telling smiles, golden and pastel,
I feel a hum amidst the celestial haze.

Together like wild geese awing,
My journey begins past Earth's lovely air.
We speed off to tour the heavens sound,
Until we reconvene to quell despair.

One cannot promise all that's old
Will prosper in this weary spell,
Yet if we heed the tales foretold
And turn our ears to listen well,
We will hear the wind's mournful yell,
"Save my sister! Let her be free!
Away from this mortal hell—
Please deliver the broken sea!"

She gives us riches beyond gold
With the faith we will all compel;
Each to guard the riddle untold
So her bounty will always swell,
But men have heard the sounding knell;
They've given up hope—none foresee
A future moment to rebel.
Please deliver the broken sea!

No beauty fairer to behold
Than in the depths of her brine hell,
For in them lurks the stunning cold
That is our sad cause to impel:
In stony houses men now dwell
Away from the dangerous quay!
Her eerie waves meant to repel;
Please deliver the broken sea!

Tears swim to meet her last farewell;
May she one day regain esprit
Upon her throne of pearl seashell.
Please deliver the broken sea!

August awakens drowsily.
The midnight fog exhales
dim, dewy drops of golden shadows.
Lines of mystic beauty
steal through the boulders
of the mountain ruins.
Written about waves,
which take softly of the world;
Poets rise to the quiet rim—
Rosemary chambers of death
are universal upon the valley.
Verses of treetop sonnets
fall into the bards' graves;
From moon's gentle breast,
musically wrapping love vapor
beneath her brightness;
And the lady sleeps with
loving lies where rhymes gently rest.

Could you love a stranger after five seconds?
Five minutes, or five years?

A breathless moment;
Lost words.

We shared our galaxies as our eyes met.

Warm smile turned curious grin—
And I knew our thoughts were the same.

Tangled hands;
No regrets.

Our first union recalled in different glimpses of time.

And this night when the stars unravel our secrets—
Just love in this moment.

What little courage I have
I left through the door as you slept.
And right now I'd rather
Exchange ten seconds of life
Than to kiss you again.

For fear that I stumble down,
Right back into the door.
I try to hide my secret letter
Somewhere you wouldn't think to look—
On the pillow next to you.

So I hold my thumb
In the air, walking backwards.
And maybe I'll kiss you once
Again when we're older
And you are dead.