Morning light breathes
life into every flower,
reflecting odd geometries
that follow me hour to hour.
Between each step scattered
on the coniferous ground
are my dreams, forgotten
inside a still dark pond.
Searching noon for new eyes
is the easiest task I feel,
when one forgets what isn’t real.
And as I kneel at dusk
with pockets full of daylight,
uncertainty shields me
from the river trailing behind.
A devouring gush of blue moves
inside the chest of twilight
and all that I hold dissolves
into a thousand new eyes
and all that I fear becomes
what brings the night alive.
Only a certain eye lets me sleep
and one remains open
to another rapturous beginning.
In these blue veins, a wild sea
courses with a stream of stars
from each wound widening.
Something more real than I lives
in the abyss that pulls on all things
yet my soul glows brighter
when it is darker still.
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 9:09 AM UTC
Morning light breathes
life into every flower,
reflecting odd geometries
that follow me hour to hour.
Between each step scattered
on the coniferous ground
are my dreams, forgotten
inside a still dark pond.
Searching noon for new eyes
is the easiest task I feel,
when one forgets what isn’t real.
And as I kneel at dusk
with pockets full of daylight,
uncertainty shields me
from the river trailing behind.
A devouring gush of blue moves
inside the chest of twilight
and all that I hold dissolves
into a thousand new eyes
and all that I fear becomes
what brings the night alive.
Only a certain eye lets me sleep
and one remains open
to another rapturous beginning.
In these blue veins, a wild sea
courses with a stream of stars
from each wound widening.
Something more real than I lives
in the abyss that pulls on all things
yet my soul glows brighter
when it is darker still.
