So when the night sun says “Hello”
And wintry winds caress
A thought of you, in my mind, flow
As I lay down to rest

The beginning and the end will always have the greater impact than to what’s in between.

“My thoughts are a sky full of rain clouds, and it never go away..”

I said while looking up. *“You see I can feel the raindrops on my cheeks..” I added.

*“My dear, the night is calm and the moon is saying hi… You’re just crying”

We are not
unlike serpents:
at intervals
we must shed
our skins and
enter new lives.

Are you uncomfortable
in the comfort
you have created?
Do you itch for no reason
you can think of?
Do you long
for the scent
of flowers you
have never seen?
Do desire flesh
you have not met?

Lives wear out.

Someone new
longs to be born.

It may be time
to molt and bolt.

New lives,
new roads.

The Dharma
wheel spins
trailing wonders.

Live or die,
we must follow.

  ~mce

The extraordinary man
woke up as ordinary
as a ***** shirt,
checked his horoscope
which told him
to go back to bed.

He ignored it like
a weather report
just as often
wrong as right.

His coffee tasted
flat as ironed dreams.

The world
appeared unchanged.

But he was exhilarated.

He reveled in his
new ordinariness.

It hinted at a rebirth
of possibilities:
new boots, new roads,
a new moon
at which to howl.

A new way to be
in the same world,
but reborn.

An unspoken prayer
somehow answered.

Nothing is
ever over
until it is.

  ~mce

Thinking of you,
my brain stutters
like a broken radio
crying for mercy;

my eyes quiver
at the shining
of invisible
volitant objects;

my ears tremble
to the silent tunes
of ecstatic
unsung hallelujahs;

my lips seal
from the impossible
pressure
of your beauty.

Where
is the end
to this.

No worries.

Come lover,
I would
gladly discover
your  powers

over the rest
of me.
~mce

I will find my way to you.
We will meet and decide.
If we decide it is good,
I will take you into my arms
and hold you like a butterfly,
not to crush or to own you;
just to let you know I am there
and that I am yours to enjoy;
to possess and be possessed
for as long as we both desire.
No chains, no tortured promises
extracted under duress
and regretted later.
Just taking time, our time.
for as long as that lasts.

  ~mce