I'm not thinking about you

I fantasize about you
so often
that when I am with you
it feels like a dream

I never set
the monster free
it is still hidden
deep within
covered over in silence
thin ice on the sea
show a cold silhouette
Leviathan

feelings may be censored or repressed
felt but not expressed
seen but not heard
sometimes we use words and nothing else
sometimes we use everything but words

if I could fly
upon the sky

into the silence and the cold

I'd write your name across the Moon
as it is written on my soul

held by the tide
that does not turn
showing the same side
day by day

no wind to blow

no fire to burn

no ocean to
wash you
away

I am
the Moon
you sing to me
I am the Sun
you look away in fear
I am the Earth
I feel your footprints in my soul
I am the sky
I see you search for all your gods in me
I am the sea
in dreams you follow music to my hidden shore

there  ✧  is  ✧  a  ✧  star
will sleep until             it is destroyed
what we are                          and spills out life
       where our essence                                    into the void       
      become a part of the sky                   and what wise hand      
      you and I                                                             may­ fabricate      
moons and planets                                           the many things  
melting out into the night                                     that it creates  
      incandescent searing light                          moons and planets        
till the Sun begins to turn                                stone and metal  
burn whatever they can burn                           running water  
until only monsters remain                            flower petals  
     and up the chain                                       moving round      
  on and on                                   by their own power    
      to eat the bees                                    little bees          
       little birds                 to eat the flowers        
singing sweetly in the trees