the sun.
a fiery yellow goddess;

and the moon,
her fervent lover,
her devout worshiper.

the moon is a silvery mystery,
with his brooding manner.

he only shines
because the sun graces him
with some of her confidence.

he only shines
because the sun
completes him.

these two lovers,
separated by space.
they worship from afar.

and the royal goddess,
weeps heat
down to us,
her unlucky prisoners.

she pours out her tears of heat
unto the world,
engulfing us,
in her anger and sorrow.

but the moon,*
the queer, shy, moon.
the moon,
her fervent lover,
her devout worshiper.

the moon hides behind dark clouds,
and only comes out to peak at the
             sad,
                                    mediocre,
                                                and stupid
                                                                             lives
we mortals live.

he peaks in wonder,
he peaks in curiosity.
but all eyes fall on him when he steps out.

he is a silver mirage of beauty.

the moon, unlike his fiery lover,
is shy.

he goes into hiding again
once all eyes fall
                                  on him.

sometimes,
the moon
goes out of character.
he gets jealous of earth.

earth,
     who takes all of the suns attention.

earth,
who's life revolves around energetic sun.

so sometimes,
the moon,
steps in front of the earth,
and receives all of the beautiful suns glory.
even if just for a moment,

the lovers are reunited.

but,*
space pulls them apart.

as the sun continues to lash down
heat unto mortals.

as the moon, the brooding moon,
continues to hide behind the cloaking clouds,
unseen to the world.

You and I,
We use the same language,
We have the same voice,
We live in the same body,
That you and I rejoice.

Even in the darkness
We find each other's hearts
And from within we harness
The glitter of the stars.

I love you is not a question,
So I don’t need any answer,
I love you is not a suggestion,
So I don’t need any response.

I love you is not a promise,
So I don’t need any swear,
I love you is not a sentence,
So I don’t need any end.

One thing is for sure on my mind,
I love you is an answered prayer,
For it’s a confirmation above,
That I’m a human with heart.

~

My heart is the poet,
*I am merely its scribe

~

A sleepy Sunday morning
the sun awakes the dawn
I slip from neath the covers
a smile and a yawn

You're lying there beside me
peacefully asleep
So beautiful the image
my mind it loves to keep

I make a *** of coffee,
pour a cup for you
Then wait for you to join me
a table set for two

I peek in at you sleeping,
you open up your eyes
and giggle when you see me,
I breathe a happy sigh

This sleepy Sunday morning,
now blue skies up above
Is always so much better,
*when shared with one you love

~

I wished upon a paper moon
and fell among the stars
Was whisked away to somewhere good
a place just where you are

Along a winding riverbed
below a willow tree
With fireflies to light the way,
a path for you and me

We laughed as if the world were new
amazed within this scene
Of lily pads and dragonflies
the two of us did dream

Holding hands and skipping stones
the ripples came to shore
Magically they disappeared
as we called out for more

Reflections on the water played
in wavering design
You pointed to the middle
when a heart shape you did find

And then you whispered in my ear
my wish had now come true
Out here beneath this paper moon
*in love, just me and you

If you told me to go home, I'd get lost looking for it.
If this house was ever taken from me, I'd never find another.
Home is where the heart is, and I've found mine in yours.

i
won't
be
the
one
to
let
you
go