I opened my soul to you
Shared with you my dreams.
Now there's no escaping the loss
Not even in my sleep.

When your face is forced into a
Frown and your drowning in the
Years that never happened out of
Fear that tears won't be enough to
Heal over time ticking away your
Life has exhausted every last option
So you flee to your bed hoping that
Sleep carries you else where but she's
Always there waiting to remind you that
Your dreams have been given away...

When the moon hovers hallucinated
on the post canal
breaking in bubbles of fish breath
the white widow of the night
revives her long dead tongue
to lick the scales of your skin
pulling you into her bed of nails
making love with you the whole night
leaving you bruised and insatiate
when they find your shadow
scouring the edge of the canal
with her name on its lip.

Leaves' dancing shadows on the piece of sun
missing the keen eyes
rebound on the vacant space.

The man played with shadows
weaving them into whimsy shapes
before most of them were pulps of paper
gone into the bin of night.

If not for light
would be no shadows
he was always churning in his mind
probing dark holes of moon
going into shady nooks
seeking playfully alive shadows.

The dead casts no shadows
he brooded
on the space he would leave

but he wished
they had
when he wasn't around.

The young planet

Harsh and cold on the outside

Yet warm and inviting on the inside

Meets the older planet

Warm and inviting

Caring and loving

Colliding with each other

But not creating havoc

Instead creating a new environment

Which they benefit from each other

But after a while

The older planet leaves the younger

But doesn't leave without an impression

Teaching the young to not be so harsh

How to care

And they part ways

Only in hopes to reunite once again