Worship my demons
To find a reflection
Of angelic me

What, no moon    

Where is the moon
it was here last night
the heaven looks like a blank canvas
not even a star to break its ennui

there are many heavens, the near one
the outer one and the one
beyond the horizon it is there
but we lack the vision

if you wake up in a dark bedroom
keep your eyes closed
you can see the astrosphere
and be close to the creator.

a candle just
beginning to

melt

slow drips
burn and

the smell of
sweet cinnamon

intoxicates

stronger than
strong drink and

I cannot think
or breathe or

think about
breathing

when I am

drowning in
love

our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine