Staring at the ceiling sky
Past lover's faces
Eyes
Dotting
The midnight moonless skies

Stars twinkling
Their light having been cast
Many light years ago

Each one for their time
Had in their eyes - for me -
The golden glow

Meteor showers of montage sequences
faces
scenes
times
fly by
Trailing ribbons in the ceiling skies

The dots when taken together
Tho eons passed and separated
Pieces and bits form constellations

Eros
Aphrodite
The Mother
Sancho Panza in drag disguise
A female Damocles and her sword
The Companion Star, still glowing here in the Western sky

Looking backwards in time
Their presence was once present
Now, all have vanished
Moved on to other places in space and time

Aware of all I have been given
All I've learned

Remembering I loved each one
And when the moon is right
and the ceiling is dark
and there is no sleep
for me tonight
Their light still shines
On my ceiling night sky.

Each new year brings the same question

             What comes next?

"black-laced ink
semi-coherent
to a lap dance
of the mind
in manacles."
|| shoo.shu ||

Paint me a picture,
Dark or bright,
Give it color,
Divine or sublime

Sing me a song,
Music to my ears
Brilliance should luster,
Lyrical and deep

Show me its beauty
Let it bathe in silver
Let it sparkle in orange
Lest it would run dry

Show me nothing but grace
let serenity ooze  from its bowels
And give me the power
to adore everything around me

Misty night,
A warm light

Sailing through the wind
Never having sinned

Stars are floating by
As I face the moon and lie
And as the birds pass I cry:
Oh how I wish I could fly

The night is at it's ripest,
And the poet at his highest

The time of night where for a while,
His lyrics are filled with guile

The time when shadows are divine,
And the stars and the moon greatly shine

But the moon starts to dissipate,
For it has ceased to wait,
And gave in to it's weight...
I guess I should leave, it's getting late