She traipses softly through the lavender fields.
Her Love walks gently across the meadows .
Her body flows gracefully and to no one yields.
Her voice pours softly from her lips and settles;
Settles on the chords that bind our hearts together-

Evening and morning have carried our heart,
From secrets of passion and moments apart.
As the night sky our blanket,
from mornings bright glories.
We listened to warblers
Whistle beautifully our stories-

We hid under darkness
and played under stars.
We kissed under Orion,
Made love under mars.
Yet when morning came,
And the nights vices had fled;
There you stood standing,
Adorned from your head-

Head to your toes was the light that had blessed you.
To your face it caressed, as proudly I knew.
It accented your curves and danced with your eyes:
The eyes light had danced with, would not let night die-

For although daylight had ended,
our stage of freedom and grace;
In those eyes the echo of all that had happened,
Forever will sing a glad song in this place.

In the mirror I see it:
Skin over a multitude of experiences,
A face over a myriad of events.
Eyes like windows:
Their panes holding pain
Their shades casting shade
Their frames framing,
Framing the limits I can see.
Limiting my periphery
I’m blinded.
Blinded by the frames and the curtains.
I draw back.
Draw back the velvet cloths that fold
Like ripples in a calm stream.
I draw back.
Back from the mirror.

Stanza 1:
The earth is spinning
And we are soaring
Violently tearing
Trembling.

Galaxies
spiraling,
Particles
barreling,
All toward
collision.

The mysterious,
our universe flaunts
daily arresting

Chorus 1:
Stare at the clouds and find solace.
Stare at the stars and find grace.

Stanza 2:
Travel back in time
under the blanket:
The cosmos

The Lions and Bears,
The serpents of old,
Our blanket

Covered our parents,
And covers us now.
Imagine.

Imagine a time
when lights lit the sky.
Watch closely.

The earth was our stage
To watch and be watched.
We’re moving.

Chorus 2:
We traveled in random courses.
Courses which carried our platform.

Stanza 3:
Picture the story
Drove them to glory,
The power.

Imagine a time
where narratives climb,
where stories are shared
by people;

Where collectives thrive
And people do feel
The stories.

The glories are theirs
The memories are
their passion.

Chorus 3:
Tales of bravery.
Tales of treachery.
Tales of liberty.

Stanza 4:
Step back, imagine
A desolate world.
No life here.

All that we heard was
The crashing of waves
Far away.

Explosions up above
Rolling in the clouds
Further still.

God may have formed it.
Gods may have born it.
Pantheons
Myriads

Chorus 4:
But mystery still calls:
There could have been nothing.

Stanza 5:
The resonating,
Reverberating,
Question captivates,
“Who the hell am I?”

The sky and the land
The oceans and sand,
The plains, the Tundra
Command us.

The birds and the herd
The fish and the crab
The cattle, the beast
Command us!

“Be silent
Be still-

Be quiet
And feel-

Embrace mystery."

An island cast in the distance, teases.
Her soft lips of shores on lakes are perched.
Her curves of land and earth stay heavily
on the ocean bed.
The waves of hair flowing
as in a pool when a woman puts her head back.
You know!
right before that moment when she begins her ascent and all the cosmos is eagerly frozen in expectation.
That beautiful hair cries for my fingers.
She is beautiful.
But I miss it.
She doesn't need me
But I pretend like she does.
You might say we're dancing.