Raze the fields of poisoned crop.
What antidote is there?
No cure for absent hearts
and black tar tears.
Burn the stores of harvest grain
claiming to be clean.
Save the innocent seeds
so we me grow free again.

The sunset is a warning
of the chaos of night.

When the horizon floods with black ink
and the sleepwalkers emerge
to dance under the stars.

Witches cackle.
Chanting spells at the moon.

And the sky hides the time,
if it even passes at all.

You can sleep
through the fever dream.
But where's the fun
in being afraid
of the dark.

Pray the foghorn comes no closer;
bringing thunder over rolling waves.
A stampede across an open prarie
bellowing with ancient lungs.

Are there secrets with the crickets?
Whispering in harmony
to the rustling leaves?

There is no hospitality
in silence.
Conversation lives between everything that breathes.

There was a chorus of mighty hammer blows
and the chimes rang out on cue.
The thump of progress echoing,
waiting for the last note to tune.

Witness the birth of something beatiful,
bathed in sparks and painted flames.
Build me a new masterpiece
for the earth from which it came

Where is the beholder,
deigning beauty from a glare?
Through gaslit haze, mirrors tell stories.
Reflected distress, framed in antique oak.

How long have you longed
to pass through the glass?
Just to prove what you're shown is real.

Is it you looking back?
And how can you know
they're not still staring
once you turn away?

Take me to another world.
Away from the streets that bind me,
to roam a land abreast with curiosity.
To wander under new stars
and drive atop new roads.
Through old earth I haver seen
with new faces I'd like to meet.

Dragging feet down the twisted riverbanks,
seduced by what I cannot reach.
There's an island just past the current
and I am marooned on the wrong beach

A raft of driftwood, a bridge of stones
Let slip the days from when I could not breath
Ah! but now I've been swimming for years!
And from the sand, the sky melts into the trees.

Take me clear into mist and cotton.
Launch a rocket through heavens door.
What a rush to be perched from a bird's eye view
and see man's triumphs laid bare like toys.

Through history, we've chased the wind.
Forever grasping at fleeting breaths.
And now we've brought all of man's glory and sins
so much higher than where we began.

The Lord whispers prophecies to one to hear.
"Heal thy neighbor" he commands of the sleepwalking dead

At the temple, a candle still flickers,
and a scholar works out what was said.

"But Lord, I am but a priest.
What miracles can I divine?"

The ***** idles in silence,
but the candle will burn through the night.

A blind face is the only introspection
many can afford.
Does watching make it worthwhile?
Does counting calm your nerves?

The hands will always listen,
when all we are is gone
The ticking never ceases,
whispering along.

A path of color
through abstract landscapes,
under the shade of an old willow

Gods of their own world
sit at makeshift altars
in makeshift temples
placed neatly in rows of white canvas,
so the peasants may stroll idly
between kingdoms.

"Look at this!"
"I've never seen anything like it before!"

Bring sacred work into the daily routine.
Hang the divine from every rafter.
There is enough heaven for us all.

You promised me cheesecake.
And now, we can't remember our first date

There's a photobooth strip of the zoo,
that first summer,
when it was too hot
and all the animals were napping.
But I held your hand
while we looked for the red panda.

There's something about
mac and cheese,
Ben and Jerrys
on a Friday night.
Or waking up to make breakfast
home fries, eggs, and toast
on Saturday morning.

Sitting with you,
alone together.
Knowing I can blow you a kiss
and you'll catch it.
Every time.

You promised me cheesecake.
But I'd have followed
even if you hadn't

Through the forest grass,
a lockstep march.
Neat columns
of silent striding teams.

To ground they go,
to burrow deep.
Bringing prizes
foreign and mundane

Can they look into the giants above?
There is no time to dream.

Hurry home! Your colony calls
and the task is but half done