Fixed with wings
We were made to fly
For one fine day
To command the sky
The wings won't last
They fade away
But we'll always have
This one fine day

Like birds we swoop
And then we soar
For this one fine day
There's nothing more
Than napping on clouds
And roaming the skies
Nibbling stolen pieces
Of departed sunrise

Breathing in sunshine
Chasing rainbow treasures
Riding the breeze
The ultimate pleasures
When the time comes
Our wings fade away
Leaving one sparkly feather
To remember this fine day

NCL August 2019

The graveyard is large
With many empty spaces
Waiting to be filled

I don't believe in soul mates
What I do believe in
Is people that connect
On some deeper level
Immediately upon acquaintance
And not meaning you agree
On where to eat for dinner
But the connection where your heart
Seems to slip out
Of your rib cage
Because it's found a home
Outside of your chest.

What would happen if the moon leaked?
Would there be a luminous canal
that flowed with moon milk?
Would we be able to bathe in
a shimmering pool of silver?

i look up
and see a world
far greater than
the one i'm in,
billions of bright lights,
that call to me
and say that i'm not alone,
i rise up to them
as if gravity ceased to exist,
and i dance with them
and give glory to their creator,
this world is mine
though i am not of it,
these clusters of stars
and galaxies
bring me more joy
than the hell that
the world i belong to brings,
the celestial beings embrace me
and allow me to finally see
the beauty that's around me,
even if it's far away.

summer has burned up,
blown past, the thermometer
sinks stone-like, its silvers
dulled in metal tombs
no longer spiking red.

the wet leaf hangs lower
on the twig, the bird balances
on the branch, the day
fragments, its grey clouds
flowing under swiftly
closed doors.