It is nighttime.
The stars glimmer
in **** near
infinite distances and
directions,
sending out
static signals
that we may never hear,
emitting light,
we get to see
long after
they are deceased.
I would give you these
burning things.
I would send you safe
sparkling dreams
of space travels
and grand adventures.
If my hand could stretch
beyond the horizon
of a black hole
I would reach out
into the gravity field
and gift you
the unknown.
For a small smile
or merely the hope
that one day
past your pain
you will laugh again
and find sweet dreams
I would give you eternity.
But for now
all I have is poetry.
So, I give you the heart
of my words,
they are yours
to do with as you please.

Twisted silhouettes of branches,
Twirling into the twilight,
Stars dotted lazily across,
The artists palette I call tonight.

I see the sky crack open
And try to paint it closed with starlight,

But lo and behold it does not wish
To mend itself tonight,

And as it falls so gracefully,
I watch the sea lap at the city's ticklish toes.

Serene as ever, but still deep with mischief,
The sea plays with the city until it is bright with light

Of laughter and joy
Until it decides if it should sleep this night.

Sonewhere in the distance sits something,
What? Nobody knows,

But it sits there in waiting,
Like a sanguine sentinel, somehow hopeful.

And mark my words,
The cracking sky opens, opals

Pouring from an endless beyond
Just to shake hands with a never ending sea.
It is how the sky reaches out to the sea:

For once, just once,
I wish it would reach for me.

A leaf
It falls, swaying beneath the Autumn skies.
Resting against the ground it unwillingly lies.
What is a leaf that falls, to a man's last breath?
For everything that lives, must soon meet death.
Where before it flourished, amongst life it sustained.
Till a season has passed, to which life must change.
His vibrant green that all will rejoice.
To brown it decays, without a single choice.
Yet the fall we are freed from all uncertainty.
For a man knows his truth, during this final melody.
It sways to-and-fro, from his branch to his roots.
His mind repeats, memories, infinate in loop.
A leaf, it falls. A last breath he draws.
What was then is gone, what is to come is not known.
But the fall is now, present, yet too soon.
To the leaf that falls, a new life will bloom.

Empty craving
In my chest
Looking away
No eye contact
Love everything
About this place
But in my hands
There's empty space
Lonely,
I'm just lonely
Seeing everyone
Who has a someone

I know your heart
I know your hands
I know your outline
I've seen it in the sunrise
I wake up with your voice in my ears
I know I haven't met you yet
Because in my dreams
I can't see your face

I'm waiting
Oh, darling, I'm waiting

when the language of rain
is in need of
translation.

when the parallel lines
have
crossed.

when observing the time
by the pizza boxes
arching
toward
a ceiling fan.

when pages of
stories are skipped
to the end unread.

rain touches the lonely,
rain is weaving  
the hearts
with dreams.

rain colors the lonely
arching in color
touching the sky.  

droplets  of water
through your window glass
tapping of comfort
of watering eyes.