I am not a
perfect being.*
Flaws,
and imperfections
weave the
canvas of
my skin.
The scars that
mark my body,
tell a story of
where I've been,
who I've loved,
and who's loved
me in return.

I gazed at the sky,
and watched,
as the sun eclipsed the moon.
In that brief moment
of pure blackness,
I heared a calling
from the stars above.
They channeled their
radiant and pure,
bright,
white light,
through that brief
moment in time,
to just barely become
loud enough,
to call me home.

The night of
the harvest moon
was the night
I fell for you.
You held me,
kissed me,
and whispered
you loved me.
You pulled
me close,
and gently
brushed my lips.
You whispered,
"Are you ready"?
"Yes"
I whispered back.
You kissed me,
and I let you in.

As I gaze up at the sky,
I have a strange sense of deja vu.
I look beyond the moon,
and on my breath,
my soul lifts to stars
light years from here.
To cosmic worlds
of planets and galaxies.
Where blackholes breach
the edge of space and time.
Where asteroids as large as planets
travel through the Milky Way.
Occasionally,
colliding,
leaving clouds of
interstellar dust behind
in their wake.
I breathe in,
then out,
and my soul returns
on an even breath,
leaving me with just
a brief taste
of the world
from which I came.

I had a dream
that I lost you.
The night was black,
with bluish hues.
I searched,
and searched.
Screamed,
"Where are you"?
But you were gone
without a clue.
So,
I lay my head
on the grass filled dew.
When I looked up,
there were you.
Watching over me,
my ruby moon.

I saw you,
for the first time,
beneath the light of
the dancing moon.
Your eyes,
they flicker
so much brighter
than any star in
the midnight sky.
So bright,
I was sure
you were my sun,
and my whole world
revolved around you.

Fear her if she gazes toward you.
She will steal your heart,
and leave you
howling at the moon.

The moon.
She beckons the lonely,
and weeps for souls
that can hear her calls.
Her crystal moonlight
pollutes the starry night sky.
She is so beautiful.
It must be torture
for the sun.
To only glimpse her
before he sinks
far below the horizon.

One day,
maybe,
I will get
to see you again.
If I could go
back in time,
I would go back
to that day,
so many years ago,
when we were just
children playing in
the wake of time.
Unaware,
that the fleeting
moments were oh,
so precious.
Now,
five years
have gone by.
I am here.
You are not.
Time,
it never was on our side.

That's the thing
about girls.
We love
with hearts wide open,
and eyes half closed.

You are so much more
than the thoughts
that keep you up
in the middle of the night.
Breathe easy,
this will pass.
Just like it always does.

I am so honored
that I am the one
who gets to love
your tattered soul.

There must be more than this.
More than what lies
beyond the deep,
blue sky.
Where stars condense,
and collide.
Where glalaxies spin,
and multiply.
Where life blooms,
but never dies.
There must be more
than what lies
at the end
of an ordinary life.

I shed tears of moonlight
for every sin
I have yet to commit.

Never apologize for struggling.
There is strength through endurance, and redemption in forgiveness.

Do you think the moon
loves the sun,
anymore,
than his thousand
mistresses of stars?

The sun glimpses
through the trees.
Casting a shimmering light
onto a dust covered world.
You can taste it in the air.
War is coming.
But, is it enough
to breathe life into
a race full of martyrs?
Probably not.
Only to those who see
through divine eyes
know the end is near.
By the hands of man,
not God,
the walls of the world
will crumble like Jericho.

We're to strong for one another.
Like land versus the sea.
Constantly clashing,
fighting.
Except I'm land,
and you're the sea.
You crash against my shores,
over and over.
Day after day,
taking pieces of me with you,
each and everytime.
Slowly,
bit by bit,
you're dragging me out to sea.
You're drowning me,
and because of it,
I love you even more.
You crash against my shores
one last time.
Finally,
I give.
My heart falls into your hands.
Just like you knew it would.
I'm yours.
Your waters are to treacherous
to navigate.
I am certain,
I'm lost at sea.

I'll meet you
at the beginning of time,
where the stars
cross the milkyway.
Where Saturn spins
on a golden axis.
We'll watch
as stars condense,
and collide,
as creation reigns
through the black veil of space.
I swear to you,
we will get it right.
No more cursing at Gods
that never seem to listen.
There is only us,
drifting through space,
10,000 light years
away from home.
My love,
never have we
been more free.