I'm sorry I haven't seen you in awhile.

I've been off doing my own thing,
in a distant place.

Somewhere I can't see you,
Somewhere I can't feel you.

Somewhere you can't hurt me,
Somewhere you can't find me.

Before we were friends.
Then the storms came.
The ground shook beneath my feet,
and the forest turned to desert,
before my very eyes.

You might want me back,
but I don't think this is going to work anymore.

In the cosmos, your beauty glistens,
a jewel draped in sunlight.
So pretty, so overwhelming,
and so dangerous and petty.

Go ahead, act like I don't have a choice in this.
You think you know everything about me?
I hate to break it to you,
but there are plenty of other jewels
amid the stars.

So long and farewell then.
A new frontier awaits.

Thank you
So insignificant when it's said
And completely
Significant when it's not

I wallowed deep in the depths of the stars
Fathomed long the glorious magic of all creation
And scribed it in these whimsical bars
To convey my incessant delight, mind’s elation
To have witnessed the cosmic path
Walked softly to that golden grove
Peace in destruction’s aftermath
John Angel rides in on his chariot of Love
Spells Peace in stars cross all of time
Decorated worlds with art of heart
With Beauty of irrepressible shine
And Truth strike hard like magic dart
Stupefied in awe I climbed his wings
And zoomed to stratospheres of heaven, God
The rainbows, omens of the Angel’s love
Their bonny music I in glee applaud
Fly on lightbeams to the start of time
Milky ocean meditates sublime
No dull reason suppress glorious rhyme
Have no fear, we are all one God divine

it is bitter in this retreat,
to share a bunker of ones past,
it is not that I am with desperation,
but rather that I feel my wings have been firmly clipped

though, I stay here frightened,
thinking what if I become cocooned and stranded? will I only ever remain stagnant, still?
in an oleifera spinning, a chrysalis left to decay

is this the way that they intended it?
rather to not have my wings attached to me,
but rip them away from the bones in my back so that I cannot fly again?

I do not know if I will ever fly again

When I realized that I didn’t want to love you anymore, I realized that I probably never did.