Nothing but starlight
could shed light on our predicament.
Two souls desperate for flesh,
needing a warm body to hold.

I believe the stars watched us that night.
They watched our bodies tangle and when
we had our fill and felt satisfied, refreshed,
they shuddered to the end of the passionate night- we were so cold.

Having what we wanted felt so right.
But then it was had and we felt empty again.
I'll remember the night our eager bodies meshed,
the starlight beaming on your form- exquisite to behold.

It was not a violent affair, not even in slight.
Rather it was a soft and tender pining,
a slow drink of the strongest wine, requiring the need to suppress.
The intoxication never fully took hold.

We stayed under the stars until first sign of daylight.
It was there in that meadow then
we parted ways and thought nothing less
of each other or our own selves, truth be told.

Nothing but starlight
could shed light on our predicament.
Two souls desperate for flesh,
needing a warm body to hold.

Did anyone ever
Dare the sky to be a different
Shade of blue, or
Did we just assume it
Will change on its own
So why bother?
Are we so comfortable
With change happening on its own?

Dare the sky to change.
It will, I swear.
You can never make a difference
If all you do
Is wait for things to be different.

Change can happen
If you dare.

Uncertainty.
I cannot be sure of anything,
Except uncertainty.
Uncertainty, certainly.

Eternity.
The thing that lasts forever,
But only seems to exist in the future.
Semi-Eternity.
Living internally.

Serenity.
You can only
Know it truly
If you have lived chaotically,
This price-tagged serenity.

Uncertainty.
When does eternity start?
Have I paid in full for my serenity?
Uncertainty.

Must I live this eternity
With uncertainty in my heart,
Always chasing the serenity
That my chaotic life has bought?
              -CM

I am flighty and I am free.
I can fight the tide
But it cannot resist me.
Fancy things and diamond rings
Hold to me no fancy, you see.

A domesticated, standstill life
Is not a life I crave.
There is a vast, inviting sky
In which I must soar; and I implore
To you, please do not stand in my way.

Don't fall in love with me.
I'm young in heart and mind
And I'm old in soul, you'll find.
Don't fall in love with me.
I'll only break your heart,
I'll cloud your mind
For this soul is destined
To wander until the end of time.
Don't fall in love with me.

There was a year when
I believed in a man.
But that love was then,
And I am alone now- free to roam.
A new adventure starts soon as one ends.

I am selfish, to be true.
Always chasing my dreams,
Leaving behind others like you,
I soar and I fly-
Tears of sorrow in one eye,
Tears of joy in the other.

Don't fall in love with me.
I'm young in heart and mind.
I'm old in soul, you'll find.
Don't fall in love with me.
I'll only break your heart (not your fall),
I'll cloud your mind
For this soul is destined
To wander until the end of time.
Don't fall in love with me.

I have warned you, to be fair:
Don't fall in love with me.
*You'll see.

My Sparrow, my olive branch,
May you soar above me
To heights unfathomed.
Hold my hand, dear child-
My baby.
If you can, take me with you.
Otherwise, carry me in spirit.
My Sparrow, my complete peace,
My everything.
I will clothe you in moonbeams
And wash away your fears
With the dawn and morning dew.
Your feet may never
Touch this harshly trodden earth,
For my enraptured love
Will lift you to meet the stars.
There we will dance and laugh,
For sorrow cannot follow
Me and my Sparrow.
Peace is where you are,
And happiness holds no bounds
When I'm with you-
My baby, my Sparrow.

Flight of the still
is the most
impossible.
Can a statue be moved once it
sits happily-
content to flake,
satisfied
in its moss drape.
The stench of sloth
blackens lungs.
Souls left to rot...
Can we be still?
Do we dare?
If not free will,
then what do we have?
What are we?