He drives dreaming,
     smoke writhing between
              gashed fingers keeps the
                                         wheel turning.
                                                  Sometimes,
                                an irresistible light
                     flares its hungry glare
           blinding the only eye
he can see with.
Sometimes,
     he's headlessly drifting,  
               and fears what's sprawled
                                 on the kerb might've
                                                        been him
                                    and when it isn't,
                              he pays a toll
       bound for the high way
black as a solstice night
     riding serpentine
          until he's no longer
                     prey to the break
                                              of day.

I had no eyes
until I saw the sun set

with a smile percolating
through golden leaves and
into me.

This same evening long ago
taught me how not to worry

of grand shadows huddled
impatiently at every corner

for they too withdraw
into periphery like all else

if you let them follow you
into the darkness.

when you feel
bitterness       l i n g e ring
at the back
                of the throat,
let it burn  s l o w l y

            like a dancing flame

rising from
                 beneath  
                               you

where the sharpest edge
meets a     r   g   n   s   a
                    a    i   g    e  

with the strength

           of a feather
balancing           lightly
upon an ostrich's back:

d
    i
      v
         e
    into
    black waters

for light
          is here
                too,

           so       come back
           to your home
       and sing your song

from
the damp
        dark
exquisite
roots

of your being.

The moon crashes
into ocean night spilling
iridescence o'er me,
o'er half-opened eyes.
Bathed in the soft glow
of my friend holding me
beneath dappled shadows of
a whispering tree, I wake
from infinite dream to return
a blossoming flower—
A light has come to me now
in this midnight hour.

Have the courage
to tread the edge of
impossibility

where each stride
is a river of fault lines,
where love begins
rupturing boundaries
all at once.

Hear the tides surge
in a hue of indigo bliss
roaring, "how do you live
on the horizon
of an incessant abyss?"

An ocean of stars
have become none for
we have become one
after many nights.

The ground trembles
at the moon's glow
as blossoms ripen,
as the torrent within
us begin to soar and
the Earth greets us again:

Now is a good time
to live once more.

Every night
the Moon follows him

casting her eyes upon
a silver landscape

like a luminous guide
they travel together, him and her.

Across the sky
the stars bow as they pass

so do the trees sigh
even on days she's hiding

or shy— he can't tell,
only gaze

until she appears
when the darkest phase

is over and the clouds
part for her entrance,

when she is full
and everything's bright again