tickles of startlight
(and flutters of fancy)
dedicate a sermon
to all the hopeful dreamers
casting a wish tonight.

vivid imaginations
moved by frank impossibilities
peeled away the layers
to reveal a mellow thought.

we are not all that we seem
(but not quite what we imagined)
yet there are still a few of us
unafraid of standing out.

heroes destined not to be remembered
and adversaries universally praised
line the pages of this notebook
in ink that looks the same.

embers and coals alive and whispering
haunting memories quick and ticking
fill my addled brain
with threads i cannot follow.

but You can
with all your acquiescent defiance
and souls alight with our raw potential
push us into tomorrow.

Prickles of needles and drops of love
              veins cascade memories of light
Where the noble heart beats in love
with a ****** universe that knows no betrayal.

       Silver leaflets do not wither
               and no passing season kills the youth
Roots like fingers in sand
basking in the rich warmth of a fire more distant than death

        These trees touch the roof of the sky
to tempt infinity with a definition as tangible as the wind on your face.

Today this day will last until it needs not
the fire will shrink and a festival
                                                      (of tiny illumination)
will spark the imagination of a generation
                                                      (before it is born)

Revels and stories are odes to a gift so precious
we celebrate on lungs full of sweet scents,
the nectar of flowers feeding, nourishing,
sustaining a population of children-not-children.

A darkness not frightening
            but                 Joyful
                 wrapping our eager minds in insulation
to breed seeds of eternity recorded in minds untroubled by
unanswerable
questions

Tonight this night will last an age that requires no dawn,
only sacred appreciation of what mysteries tomorrow will bring
tucked in pockets of night's cloak

                                                        (But Today is not over
the sun still beats and eyes stare
                                     in wonder
                         at colours vibrant and ripe with innocence

Today I will know you and you will know me
So that tonight we will be written ever as one)

The Terrifying Realisation
               that this could be the
                                     Certain beginning
                         to the
                                     Certain end

The echoed shot reaching
                        the peak of the white-capped mountains
            An imperceptible rumble felt in the spirit
                                             rather than heard in the ear
soft rush of an Avalance of tiny
infiniteinvisible
                         particles

Intent on our Destruction

             From the vantage point of solitude and isolation
                          we watch in rapt fascination
as
one
by
one
      
             the lights of our countries go out
It's hard to imagine that anyone could
witness our timely end.

Yet all the world's citizens
                        through screens and eyes
                        words and sounds
Experience the last things they'll ever do

Blue morning light
                         outlines an idea of your image
           serenity in carelessness
and soft contented breathing

                        I, a mere Mortal
gaze upon your Immortality
         peace and pleasure
a cool autumn breeze

                                          You are perfect in a moment
and the next
                     and the next
                                          Dream-etched feelings

It seems such a crime
                    to look upon you so
          A Blessing undeserved
in such a cruel world

Silently            softly           stirring
            hushed          husky            whispers
fluttersunderoceansoffabric
The Goddess of the Room Murmurs

I'm never prepared
to be taken by your eyes
All cool satisfaction
and the glimmer of ageless curiosity

                                              I Whisper Defiantly
against the pregnant silence
that I am yours
          and you are mine

We look to our future
(and regret our past)
I've always wondered,
what to do with you.

I have two choices
that hurt more than words.
I never would have thought
this would end this way.

I fear, miss, lament, love
You.
Where are you?
I'm lost and afraid.

You were right,
I was wrong.
Would you ever come back to me?
You deserve better.

a haze settles in sight foretold
clouds the certain predicts the past
and creates answers for questions wondered

i wondered where life grows
weeds, fears, darkness, light
ever did  you cheat fate

a wicked wind rises in the east
sweeps the west of broken promises
the sun rose in the west, set in the east
we learned then time is eternal

Once upon a time
            I counted all the trees
But I knew by the time I finished
            more had sprouted
I counted again
            and found a new answer
This time it was infinity
            eternity, the wheel of time
When we count something we
            expect an end
What if there is no end
            and we didn't know that?
Would we spend an eternity counting
            or lose an eternity?
            I don't know yet.
                     I'll tell you when
            I reach the end.
Ten-Thousand One...
Ten-Thousand Two...