I want to steal away
To Bermuda,
When the sea is calm,
Like Miranda,
See a brave new world
And not be lost
Without touch, here now,
Nearest to you,
The gulls they travel far,
With they I will go,
Fly beyond the outer isles,
Sail over seas,
I do not like being dizzy,
Clumsy tongued
Nor looking up to eyes
That sun tease
To tears of rain I shed,
On white sands
That true stretch faraways
Yet bring me back
My breath is exhausted
Each hour is heavy
Your raven hair on beach
Of Skye, the white
And the black thick strands
Are too much for me
I must leave- us, one day,
Steal away to the pink
Sands of coral fair Bermuda
And be as Miranda
And so, with peace I will be
In a brave new world.

In the morning when the moon hides,
That's where I'll be.

The same place,
The same face.

Lost in thought, lost in space, floating around you, just in case;
look up you might see

I'll be amongst the atmosphere biding my time,
Waiting in time to shine off your reflection.

I'll be there at the reception of the clouds,
Waiting for the storm to pass.
You'll be proud now when you see who I am crescenly.

Presently I'm a lunatic, the tides not been on my side recently.
I frequently find myself hiding amongst the abyss, prophetically deep in thought,
waiting for the storm to pass and reveal myself like a lunar eclipse.

Those loose lips cause a nuisance.
Sink ships.

But why do you care about those haters with so many holes and so many craters.

That's not like you, that's not the moon I know.

I'll see you later this evening,
like most nights,
or I might of the storm passes in time.

Blood kissed her lips
  'pon the bane of madness,
wary of world's
         sans conscience,
she conjured her own destiny    
   as silently admonished winds
      withered the existence
        of dawning creations,
    in the name of the father and
       turbulent humility,
          beyond reproached deliverance

how difficult it is
   in a particular moment
to find the words
   that can articulate
   the general in the specific
and vice versa

when sensibilities are tense
words easily can be received
quite differently
from what they actually
were meant to say

   hearts can be shaken
   feelings hurt

it may require weeks
to heal the wounds
a turn of phrase has cut

   sometimes unknown
   by s/he who spoke

and then
   if deeds are not available
more words are needed
   to undo the harm
   old ones have wreaked

explain
   define
      and modify

to keep the dialogue alive
that circumscribes
   forever undetermined & opaque
what is in us
and needs to be

said  

           * *

You made me feel beautiful when I thought I was nothing.