Roll right to zero, give your tanks a stir

Fixed star to fixed star, running counter clockwise to stability

Beckoned and bewildered: first move, second chance

This incandescent satellite, so large and bright in the window

Like pieces of refracted light, infinite bulbs turning on

Empyrean, enveloped in moonshine, rendering them fit to recognize God

And should destiny be lunar luminosity and agile reason (or a seller of love)

I'll take to orbit and go for burn, peering through a mental kaleidoscope

To see the altered anima of my thoughts free from the pull of gravity

They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time, at the end of the argument
and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them, because it would never stop

I love you beyond

I tried to walk slow
To always look for you
To take the life in pieces
But I can't anymore...

To hold inside my heart
Your pains your secrets
To look the other way
When you broke me to pieces.

To love you with all of me
To be your only constant
To be the love you hate
To let you be my only mistake.

I was struggling to find
The love I hoped for myself
But the dreams I lived
The dreams of your eyes..

The light was yours
While I burn like a candle
There was only a spark
But we made the fire.

A star shine in the sky
You made me the night
I hold on to your darkness
Onto the hope to be alright.

But the harder I hold
The faster you slipped
The dreams of us forgotten
I'll let you live in your bliss.

Maybe it's worth saving
But I can't save it anymore
Maybe it's my destiny
But maybe.... it's not.

Black Lilacs
blooming -

a blossoming
of grief -

dark fallen pollen
on the breeze -

I can see it falling
all around me -

there on the wall
for us to see -

April will be
the cruelest of them all.