Kisses sent to the moon and beyond
blown with a breath on a heartbeat
Why do the stars drift so far?
why do you hide amongst them so well?
To you, wherever you are,
sitting atop my lucky star
the one with the Halo burning bright
can you feel my love tonight?
Do you hear my deepest wish
jump a little star or two closer,
If only just a while, to close the distance between you and I
to capure some small pulse of your resonance
So that I might respire,
In the absence of your burning touch and heavenly fires
That set alight the ache, of long held desires
a kiss on the breath of a heart beat,
hunts the space of time
for a flicker in the hopes
in some small way,
I still matter...

Kisses to the moon and beyond
blown with a breath on a heartbeat
Why do the stars drift so far?

Folder:  The Art of Breaking
Feathers  of thought floating down to the gravity of reality
Finite ends drawn out so delicately, slowly and wholly.
Something so light, weighted so heavily
Beauty wrapped in barbs of wire and ire
Pained senses and armed defenses
You were so innocent then
Before the burning fire of desire
When life came at a pace,
Bursting with color in all directions!
when every which way led to adventure;
a life dancing among the clouds.
touching the sky,
tipping the stars,
huddled safely in the moon's sling
Before the crack of truth rang out the liar you still admire .

wrap your thorns warm,
and tightly packed
The time has long passed for love to fade away
fall, drift, settle into oblivion...



First draft:
feathers  of thought floating down to the gravity of reality
finite ends drawn out so delicately, slowly and wholly.
something so light weighted so heavily with pained senses, armed defenses
beauty wrapped in barbs of wire and ire
You were so innocent then Before the burning fire of desire
when life came at a pace bursting with color in all directions
When every way led to adventure
a life dancing among the clouds
touching the sky, tipping the stars
huddled safely in the moon's sling
Before the crack of truth rang out the liar you still admire
wrap your thorns warm and tightly packed
The time has long passed  for love to fall away
fall, drift, settle into oblivion