We'll be tracing the stars
Across the midnight sky
Hands intertwined in the glistening snow
If only you'd know

Performing like asteroids
Flying in the air
When you're around me
Falling, falling
If only you'd know

We'd piece the suns together
Like a puzzle in our hands
countlessly reaching
Hoping we won't land
If only you'd know

I see the universe growing
In your eyes
A smile, a laugh
That illuminates the skies
If only you'd know

We'll be tracing the stars...

you loved me even at my darkest
but some people are only meant to stay
until dawn

a.g

There’s food in the kitchen.
The refrigerators humming
while the clock
keeps on ticking.
I got plenty to eat.
No one is starving here.
The heat is still running.
I won’t freeze tonight
so why then when I wake up
do my dreams make me
cry?

Most of my friends
are living
though a few
have moved on,
same can be said
about my family
except for the dead.

My car breaks down
every month
or every other,
and I can’t afford
to purchase another.
My job is forty-five
miles up the highway
so occasionally
I must stay with a friend
just to make it in
for my three to eleven
shift.

Got no woman yet,
and no good prospects
but I got lots to read
and tv shows to see
on my computer screen.

My health is decent.
My physique is ok
and as far as I can tell
tomorrow that won’t change,
so why is there something
that aches on the inside
and why when its quiet
do I have to try
not to cry?

I can't find the words to translate this.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCLVI)


Frogs chorus from the hollows, moist earth' scents
'Non wafting on winds' softest kiss, th'exhale
So lightly fragile 'cross my cheek t'avail
As I hark, lips half oped to hear from hence
In sweet surprise their voices, wondring thence
If crickets also fiddle?  Robins'd hail
At gloaming, to yield notes of Mavis' scale
Of ancient lullabies I'd list to, whence?
Forsooth.  As if my soul's restored in tour,
Likeas a sleeper whose long nightmares to
Effect are broken, nor but dreams and poor,
I feel now I can breathe, yea see anew?
Perhaps...who knows what shall be?  Love'd bestir
As in the wings is't? now that Summer'd woo.

05Apr19b