The nights freezing
The sky an eternal blackness
Like a reflection of obsidian
The cosmos twinkle and glow

Trees yawning on the horizon
Snow drifting, spraying
The wind whipping my face
Winter nights mysterious and quiet

A quietness that hugs me

The light faint, damp
In the dusty darkness
An eternal twilight
Trapped, feeling lost
Feeling placated
A coffin
I must
Escape

what is this
the need to scrub the suds
off of time

the pull to dust off
buried dreams of starships
and gusto

a gusto that
sounded a little like
I‘ll live

I don‘t know
what this is,
purpose?

how does it exist
outside of time?
untouched by money?

how do I know
what it is
what it says?

a paragraph of words
a herd of syllables
in my throat

I purse my lips
to keep it all contained

laced with a wading fear
with a love that’s like warmth
cupped in soft hands
and an indignation
reflective as polished stone

I am a dewdrop
twinkling in the sunlight
of a spider’s web

I am a question
held prisoner
to the whims of time

i have succumbed
nothing but to
the clink of ice in glass

or the violets in
the whistling wind

or the sprinkle of salt
on an open wound

what are memories
but treasure chests
of pain

or hard candy
that slowly melts away
and leaves your tongue blue

or a phantom
that creeps
from door to door

peeking through some,
locking after a visit
lingering in the shadows

memories travel like a whisper
a refraction of light
and swirling dust bunnies

what are memories
but a corner fold
of a page

a quiet dance
a flirtation
between here and there,
red and blue
a tango fluttering
out from grasp of time

toes sink into grass,
shoulders bare the
blazing, scouring sun
the wind like
a breathing trinket
of melody,

a chase meant
to be without
an end

a bullet train plummeting
through my head,
one ear and out
the other

knees weak and shaky
i cover my ears
and they hurt
i cover my mouth
my breath condenses

a rainy night, fractured
spidery network of lightning
dancing behind the clouds
and then something falls.

is this courage or stupidity, i think
funny how they are
two sides of the
same coin

i’m tired
let me sink
into the incandescent
murmur of
the ocean

into the
cool mists
of stoic
mountains

into the folds
of a warm,
yellow light

this little
pocket of stillness,
let me sink into it

before i have to
face the gravel
and sirens
and stickiness
once more

a lone bird
peeking through the
tall grass
it can’t see more
than a few feet
just the thick green
and beetles
a creeping a panic
a cagey feeling
can’t catch it’s breath
the bird tries to
flee to the skies
cawing desperately
and the sunlight
doesn’t exactly touch
the ground and
is this what
life
is

maybe two people
can collide
their gazes mangled together
hair sloppy and
their feet
tripping over
themselves

another world created
plates heavy and blankets twisted
the moon shines in their eyes
and when they lose each other
in the still of the night

the morn cracks
and the yellow yolk breaks
they collide once more with a sigh,
never truly lost
and begin a metamorphosis  anew

the echoes skitter across
grey concrete walls,  
massive in sound
yet fleeting, a rabbit skittering
and evasive from sight

a gross palace made of concrete
sticky chewing gum and
fluorescent lighting,
oily squeal of tires
and a dizzying array of
thoroughfares

it’s a trick, it’s an illusion
this monstrous structure
to rotate up and down
up and down
up down up down

My love
All I ever
Wished for is
To be held
And to be never
Let go
How wrong
Of me,
Love, let me go
I have to fly
I have to roam
But treat me right
Love with softness
And passion
and I promise
To return to you
With a beak full
Of flowers and melodies
Which sing of
The moon

The moon cradled in its throne
The leaves scatter and crackle
Like the bite of winter’s reprise
Alas, light twinkling
Rectangular scores of color
~oranges and yellows,
Faint and rich
The city is an ocean of light
Alive and swimming
Like the scales of a
Glittering fish

Your face
Pressed to
The palm of
My hand
And I caught
Your smile
In my grasp

Basking in the sun
Picking mint leaves
My cheeks flushed

a field of long grass
rolling and folding,
like scoops of butter
as the descending sun
kissed the swaying stalks
into golden wheat,
and the sweet summer breath
sighed with relief,
the sky a glowing sea
and clouds of dust
puff underneath my feet
as the dirt path
meanders aimlessly
through the fields,
here, in this small
corner of the world,
is carved out for
a breath
to simply
be

That moment when
The shards of the sun
Drift like embers
And catch fire,
Igniting the earth
With its brilliance,
Momentarily pulling
Those who are buried
Out of their trance

For those
Who are healing,  
Don’t pick
At the scabs

there are 7 billion souls
and every shade of love

the first taste of autumn,
its chilliness and orange glow
gently sweeping the change of seasons

a brother and sister
chatting with plates of food
ham-cheese croissants and cherry tomatoes

the brother chuckles,
cheeks plump with youth
eyes yet unfazed from growing up

his tiny body unburdened
he's wearing his father's sandals
and they are ten times his size

we fill the waning dusk with banter
I scruff his hair like I always do
what kind of man would he become?

the comfort of a deep-seated sofa
scruffy and a dark green
sink into its comfort,
the air stale and chilly
a stack of books
silence from the mind
is a salve
a moment to be
without being scathed
from reality

the engine startles, the headlights flicker on
the soft spatter of rain a murmuring lullaby

the ceaseless roll of pavement
getting ****** underneath

the winds brush in a scatter of melodies
picking stray locks of hair

the descending sun a ball of scorched orange
a cigarette bud in a whirl of ash and smoke

music tumbling from the radio
filling the empty leather seats

no other headlight permeate the reflections
just pavement and trees and churning sky

outstretch an arm and cradle the twilight
hum sweetly in lone companionship

There are those who
Share their light and cheerfulness
By dancing,
Soaring with an array of
Breathless color
And collecting totems
As they speed life with
A spiraling grace
And fight

There are those who are proud
And rooted
A heart tall and growing
Like a great tree
Enduring the seasons
With such strength
Offering nurture
And gift

And there is everyone
In between

The warmth shared
Between two souls
Is just learning
How to dance
Together

my mind
a pink dawn
my heart
a rippling stream
my soul
in reminisce

my love
my bones
my eyes
and teeth
and skin
and feet
a hearth
in the pit of my stomach
have built
a new
home

drink in light
as if sipping soup
spoonful after each
steaming spoonful,
the smell of herbs fill the nose
and tastes rich on the tongue
on a cold, cold night
where you can barely
hold your rattling,
aching bones
drink in the good
like soup

welcome back,
my sweetness
spoke my hair
sighed my eyes
as I eased, climbed back
into the familiarity of my skin
I have missed you
glanced my hips
battered my eyes
touched my lips
you are home, back
to you now
my bones smiled
my muscles cradled
my soreness slowly ceased
and I breathed

At a very young age
I realized I was pocketed,
Rendered with vacancies
In these pockets, I’ve filled
With light—with companionship,
With family, with art and color
And adventures and foolishness
And regrets and difficulty
And confusion and dreams
And a whole lot of life

breathe in,
breathe out
and the trees will remain
the bright, glowing sky
of sheer turbulence
and graceful beauty
setting ablaze
to the world underneath
will greet, twice, each morn
and every descent.
the birds will compose
and fill the air with streaking chirps
of soft lavenders and warm oranges
shadows will skip and tumble,
and I can fall into softness
and into peace
knowing all I
have to do
is to
be

do not lead
a life which
cannot sustain
your happiness

all I want
is to be held
and not to be
let go
but that's asking
for the world
and that's too much
to ask for

with such a big heart
I keep myself up
with such a big heart
it's own weight
can drown me

I am human.
I stumble
I am a kaleidoscope of hues
a tidal wave of feeling
a star
a speck
a glimpse
I walk, no,
more like leap with bubbling mirth
and collide with frightening, terrifying speed
I am intertwined, inexplicably,
I hope
I dream
I am

two swim in a deep, blue sea
with bare feet
two hands open
two eyes closed shut
and an open
heart
it can hurt
I will carry wounds
it can be utter brilliance
I will be free

to build a palace
to greet the ghosts
which stalk the moonlit halls
to fill the vases
with fragrance of roses
to unlock the bolts
which secluded a greeting, hello,
to spread the curtains open
as golden light spills
through the cavernous space
to allow the breeze pooled from the shore
strike conversation with the window panes
to strike the hearth with a bellowing fire
to fill the kitchen with warmth and chatter
to restore the hardwood floors to its past
chocolate-brown luster
to adorn the walls with paintings which sing and feel
to fill a room with books, books, and books
to sip on sweetness and joy
while overlooking a glittering lake
to feel the grass
cushion bare feet
to fall asleep without an ache in the chest

to build a palace

The floating feeling
Surfing through the air
Thick with richness
Of a summer shine,
Pale yellows and greens
Which glow,
Dappled, bouncing light
Shadows and gurgling “hellos”
The sensation of flying
Through thickets of
Swaying trees singing
In unison
With the blue, cerulean water
Lavender springs
And bumps into laughter
Time speeds past
And the breath smells
Like sweet, sweet wine
Drunk off the music
The northern, brisk breeze
Combs through my hair
And I wished
I could stay
Forever

Fold into those
Who cherish
Close to their hearts

Tall sky scrapers with pale blue
And white exteriors
Catching the sun’s rays
With an array of glittering reflections
Like the scales of a fish
Shimmering with iridescent vigor
Low-ceiling bridges
Hubbub of human activity
Busy, commuting, engaged
In conversations as they
Zig zagged
Through the broken pavement
Dappled with sunlight

to fall into gentleness
to speak with a look
to sink with
a cosmic stillness