I never say your name
I am afraid
my voice will break

trip on a trill
stammer and still

skip

a beat and spill
repeated syllables
from trembling lips
I know that if I

slip

I'll show the whole world
how I feel

tomorrow we will draw
---------------a different line--------------
in the same sand

my thoughts about you do not rhyme
they are too twisted to repeat
the part of me that wants you
is a part of me that cannot speak

How must that first sunflower feel
To look out on that sea of leaves

All slumbering
Asleep in green

And be the only one
The One
Awake to look back at the Sun

we have done inhuman things
every single day
even as we sang our songs
even as we prayed

we have always put up walls
to keep them at bay
and built a system to take
their humanity away

we all know the stories so
why are we so surprised
to see all these inhuman deeds
happen before our eyes

but perhaps the part of this
that scares us most of all
that all of these inhuman things are
human after all

the mind is a kaleidoscope
that makes the whole world bright
so full of shapes and colors
like a wonderland of light

the patterns are so beautiful
symmetrical and strange
when I turn the kaleidoscope
I see the patterns change

I watch existence tessellate
and open like a flower
perception means so much to me
I give it so much power

but when the mirrors melt
and let my mind into the night
I hope that
for one moment
I will truly see the light

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

love is not a thing
it is a living creature
fang and claw and wing
always listening
though it knows no words
it stirs deep in the night
to sing

death is a river
that never stops rising
life is a vine
we can never stop climbing
reaching into the sky
twisted and twined
low over the river
that waters the vine