And there in the dark
I found it amazing
how perfectly
she fit in
my arms.

I want to be a sparrow
Not a worry in the world
Just a song to sing
A song of vacillating notes
That comes as natural to me
As breathing

I want to be a sparrow
But instead I'm a crow
Cawing calling to the night
Not a beautiful song with stacatto notes
No music for the soul
But a warning

I am a crow
I am not beautiful
I am not lovely
I am not something lovers write about
Only mythology
A stigma surrounding
A mystery
When I long to be understood

I want to be a sparrow
Because people understand them
A dove, a pigeon
A bird of paradise
An eagle, a hawk
A falcon
But I'm a crow
Misunderstood

She was straitened among vines
And I came
A messenger from the ruler
Known by the red coverings of my knees

She was sitting straitened under a stump
With bare buttocks
In a gloomy valley
And no prospects for deliverance

She was straitened before a frowning rock
Her means of escape
Cut her hands as a thorny branch
Oppressed by that which should not opress

She was straitened in a lonely place
A palace without a ruler
A king enters his castle
And does not see a queen


She was straitened among vines
(Which she could break anytime)
And I came
(I was always there)
A messenger from the ruler
(A man who wants to love)
Known by the red coverings of my knees
(And my sacrifice to the spirits)

My limbs
Waiting for the bloom
Stark and barren
In the heightened desolation that only seems to grow
I remember color
I remember flowers
I remember having a heart that was warm
I become the winter

My words
Used to be sugar sweet
Becoming rotten fruit
The death of what was beautiful when it was alive
I remember growing
I remember reaching
I remember feeling and having feelings
But I'm a soul becoming cold

I become the winter

These stars in my heart
This magical space debris
Has always been a part of me
From the beginning
These scars on my skin
Merely constellations
That hold a deeper meaning
If you examine them closely

And I know who you are
We share the same scars

This light in my eyes
Shines like a jewell
Like stars in the night
Until I see connections
These scars on my skin
Become a story told
These meanings
Only stars can hold

And I know who you are

"Yeah"
Said the said man to himself
"Everything's been done before"
I, a passerby, lucky enough to overhear
His sorrowful musing,
Compelling enough to stop,
Mid-stride,
And address him
"Sure"
I said in confidence,
"Its all been done before"
He smiled at my agreement
To his statement,
Made to imaginary friends,
And ghost,
I continued
"But I do everything a little bit differently
Than everybody else"

I saw a smile on his face

I fell in love with a fake moon
The sun was always in view
But I was swept up in tides
That were man-made

Not of the gods
Not of the inner voice I hear
That I know belongs to spirits

I fell in love with a projection
Of my favorite constellation
I believed in it so much
I forgot about the night sky

Where the answers are written in stars
And if you know how to listen
You can hear them

I fell in love with a lightbulb
I became a flower in a green house
And what I was reaching for
Wasn't the sun

I fell in love with a fake moon