Not yet the morning comes.
It’s not time for our embrace
to end.
My soul for another moment
to hold you in my arms.
My soul to feel you next to me
a moment longer.
Soon light will enter our world.
The minutes even now are quickly
passing
It’s almost time my love.
It’s almost time to leave your side.
We have but a few lingering seconds
to be together and then I must go.

But not yet the morning comes.

It's late and I'm tired
But I can't go to sleep

There's too much to do
Too much I haven't told you
Too much I want to hear
Too much to listen to
Too little to waste

There are adventures
not yet experienced
There are voices
unheard
There are thoughts
unvoiced
There are songs
unwritten
There are kisses
unfelt

And I have adventures to experience
And I have voices to hear
And I have thoughts to voice
And I have songs to write
And I have kisses to feel

And I have you.

Oh, you.

Who are you?
I certainly haven't found you yet
Actually, I thought I had, but you went away
Now I fear I will never see you again

Oh, you.

You with your saddened eyes
You who have endured so much
You who deserve so much more
You who I try to help but
You who shy away to
You who are gone.
gone.

gone.

It does not make my thoughts any clearer
It does not make me feel any better
It does not make my eyes any drier
to write.

But it does help the sunshine keep a little longer
It does let your kisses linger in the shade
It does help my weary head resurrect
The light from whence we came

And I know that someday you will return
And I won't let you slip down down again
And my time awake is time well spent
So I cannot sleep.

I cannot sleep.

Standing by a shallow river, facing a haunted moon
We planted our feet firmly, into nothingness
While drinking dew from a sideways tune
To quench our thirstiness

We were born together, as the wings of a bird
To shake the sky and yet here we stand
Our feet firmly planted in nothing but words
A woman and a man

One short step and we could both fly these wings
Across this shallow river we stand by
Instead of drinking dew from this tune we sing
While the haunted moon sits and cries

There is a song of birds we hold inside us two
Born as part of these wings we share
Yet we cannot sing or fly in this nothingness dew
Falling sideways into our air

We were born together, as the wings of a bird
I wait for you to lead me to our sky
Unplant my feet from these nothingness words
From this shallow river, I wish to fly

A decomposition of carbon atoms

To mother nature as we came

Back to where life started from

From Earths crust to the rain


Remember that field of dandelions?

Every tree once bare grew buds

A group of us laid on our backs

Our feet were stained with traces of mud


We didn’t even need to talk

We only needed to exist

So one who travels up to heaven

Will be silent knowing this


A decomposition of carbon atoms

A person we loved we lost

His body cold, his hands lost touch

Our spirits pay the cost


For every tear we ever shed

For every saddened glance

For every dandelion in one field

This life is our one chance


There we lay in that same field

This time the stars shined bright

The dandelions have closed their buds

They’ve gone home for the night

by: Kara MacLean

I drank your cold coffee, when I woke up
You left it to sit there, in a styrofoam cup
How lovely and pleasant, can one person be
Than to leave cold coffee, for little cold me

Last night, I was enveloped and stamped under the stars
I was compressed into a supernova and then
Danced on by ten galaxies – their feet consistently in rhythm
Commended as the constellations applauded my smallness
Convinced that I was as bright as they

Last night, I asked the starry sky why it twinkled and
Shuddered above my head
The stars replied that they could not close their eyes
And so – remained winking
Eternally attempting to blink away their tears
Camouflaged entirely by the night’s brilliance

Last night, I was humbled and humored by the stars – willing
Given another opportunity to become celestial for a brief second
Secure, and peacefully remaining in existence
With the rhythm
Of the night sky and I
Cried with the stars
Collapsed and crinkled inside of the world
Crushed
And for a minute, meant more than myself
The world as a part of me, and I, a part of everything else