I scuffed along a dreary trail;
Lit by the orb of night.
A muted glow, grew 'neath the haze
Of fog disrupted light.

A pathway hemmed by fir and ash.
Its' silence taunts the nerves.
Your outline there, amid the trees,
My mind thought it observed.

I stalled, 'neath creaking wooden limbs,
Froze still and calm, I gazed.
It was your frame, your gait, your hair
There, ambling in the haze.

I felt you turn your face t'ward mine;
Racing heart, now in repose.
I drew in deep, your silent tale
Of why this path you chose.

I held your story in my chest
'till fog and dark did cease.
'till wary eyed, I woke and smiled
To know you're now at peace.

Poetry written on cave walls
Of distant planets in other galaxies
Is still comprehensible to human
Hearts.

The stars look the same
From there.

They say the American flag planted
In moon dust is nothing but a
Sun bleached white piece of cloth
By now.

All things, it seems, given enough
Time and exposure

Become requests for
Peace
In the
End.

Einstein's Relativity tells us that time slows at fast speeds,
So much so that it stops when travelling at the speed of light.
As you look up at the stars tonight think of this:
The photons that travel across the universe to your retina,
Are created in the depths of a star and destroyed within your eye,
In the same instance.

If blinks did not capture stars instantaneous and still.
If eyes in slow 'shutter-speed' stared towards the heavens
while we 'slept' and composed the image layered and bright.
Would we wake to know a different night sky?
One of light trails and arcing lines; of paths stalled by Sun.
Would all stars be shooting ones?

And by morning, could we wish on every single one of them?

The clear winter skies leave room
for the bright shine of a full moon

It lights up the road before her eyes
so that she does not have to drive blind

The moon makes up for the lack of street lights
on this abandoned country dirt road

and just like the street lights do on the city alleys at night
gives her the feeling that she is not alone

with the passenger seat empty she’s feeling grim
because she can no longer sit next to him

But she keeps on driving and follows the moon
in hope that she will be home soon

My dear moon,
My old friend,
Who listens to my thoughts
All night,
Who knows my darkest secrets
And my deepest desires.
Step sister of the Sun,
You give me light when
I need it the most.
One day,
I will join you.

tonight the shadows ate the moon
i sat there in awe as it was slowly consumed
little by little the brightness was devoured
and behind the shadows, the moon never cowered
the blood moon shined
as the sun and moon aligned
and the moonlight becomes you
you too are consumed
eyes bright and full of wonder
the cold wind makes you shudder
make a wish as the last sliver disappears .
let the music of the night fill your ears

And if you're ever
       feeling lonely
      Just look at the
             moon
          someone,
         somewhere
is looking right at it too