she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you


x.

Don't speak harshly,
Your words will form swords in me

Touch my cheek; speak gently,
And they will form worlds in me

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god

Stars move in dark sky.
White dragon flies with the night.
Cold, dark; beautiful.

If you must fall in love
fall in love
with life

it won't make you live
with a broken heart