The moon
Fills the glass bowl
That is the sky
Empties my mind
I wonder where you are
If you were made for cities
Did you grow restless in high school too?
Were people like us made for planes?
The ceiling is lit
Do pillows miss us when we aren't there for them to hold us?
Did teachers dream of being teachers?
The world has weight but never falls
I went to tell you I love you
But instead I typed "I don't know "
And life is full of uncertain
And do I want to know?

there were scriptures inside your hands
turning pages into history
I was the last thought
hoping to linger in your vision

shrouded in silence
vacant windows in daily rush
where empty train seats
wait for your arrival

there are words I can’t speak
learning the language of you
nameless as you may be
I’m stung by your potential

this searching for focus
as time suffocates my expectations
for I want to know you
past the limits of passing by

I want these walls to become weightless
this anxiety to lose meaning
for this fantasy existing inside me
to show it can come to life
to finally take its first breath

if just one person
just one
or imagine three did it
or fifty
or the whole world
did

felt like I do
or you
or like Mahatma
Buddha
Jesus  
what a world

this may be Nirvana
here
imagine
how might the love flow
instead of arms
instead of war

There are leaves on my skin
Glass tongue kissing my legs
Yes they are shadow,
But my legs are covered in vine

And as the moon cast the window pain
Into my eyes I see it
I see it between the vines
Snaking their way through my sheets

Ripping through the cast of my house
Reaching for me in my sleep
Begging to ******* walls
Pleading to tear the carpet into shreds

Leaves on my skin
Though only the light is filtering in
Glass against my hands
The only thing between me and the Jasmine vines