As the moon
burns,
cutting the black curtain
of nightfall open

It drips its wax,
down like shooting stars
through the night sky

Upon Earth,
where a child catches it
and cups
the small firefly
in her tiny hands.

I could write poems
on your neck
and along your chest
with my lips

I could scratch poems
into your back,

I want to breathe
my poems into you.

Your vibe
is contagious

Which is nice
since you make me feel
like I'm invincible

As I outstretched
and reached
my hand
deep into the black infinity
of flowing wonders

I pinched my fingers
on something lovely
and pulled out of the black abyss,

A lovely star
dripping with
black infinity.

If a single rock
that ended up revolving our Earth
by pure accident
of path,
has the power to move the entire sea

Then I am important too
something out there depends on me

Walk through the forest at midnight
on a summer's night,
it will speak to you in ways
not many can comprehend

The trees will whisper
their leaves will beckon you,
dirt clings to your feet
and begs you to stay

But walk through the forest at midnight
on a winter's night
when the forest is a graveyard

The voices will be hushed,
they are frozen
in time
until next spring
when they will tug at your soul
again.

I want nothing more,
than to drunkenly dance
in the moonlight

Letting its glow
seep into my skin
so that maybe in the morning
I will be radiant too

Even the moon
is nothing more
than it's craters.