To consist of feather and bone,
is but a great honor.

That which gives weight to existence,
and bares all its strength and weakness,
ever changing, and yet ever present,

And that which gives life
the opportunity of flight;
to take its structure,
and let it soar.
Gaining new perspective;
giving it as well.

These bones they will break,
and feathers will fall,
But fear not the death,
for it would not exist,
without the life preceding.

Give thought to that which you are made;
Be conscious of the fleeting thoughts and emotions
to which you give flight,
for there is no greater gift,
than the solidity of our matter,
and the flight of our being.

“Take me away.”
she begs of you,
and oh how you would,
if not for..
what? for me?
for you?
for everything.

funny thing,
about being in love,
with yourself:
there’s no room,
for anything else;
for everything else.

“Where?” does not matter,
for wherever she will find:
You are outside expectation,
and she outside comfort; control,

and y’all may not realize it, but
you won’t ever find yourselves there;
only what’s left of that being,
when it differs not from everything,

no need to discuss “when?”
the time is only now,
and now is your chance;
to exit the womb,
join the fireflies,
up, up, and..

always ahead,
a quiet mind,
and freedom to move,
flourish, to be;
not only what you are,
but not as well;
everything.

Looking at you,
through dream eyes.
A colorless light,
cast upon your figure.

an image reflecting,
upon itself,
has no start,
and has no finish.

The ether is dancing
around your pretty skull,
outwards from your heart,
and into the nothing
from whence it became.

I’ve got your memory,
sitting right here,
on my tongue.

Should i just take a bite;
Break open
your ‘hard’ exterior?

and on the inside,
so fresh, so sweet, and tangy.

This **** is so artificial,
i take you in;
i wont let you out.

i reach the bitter,
i wish this were better,
i’ll spit you out.

You don’t mean a thing,
you don’t mean anything,
you don’t mean a thing,
you don’t mean anything; to me.

When they say,
“don’t lose your moon,
while you’re staring at the stars.”
They really don’t mean
your moon at all,

Your moon will always come back,
here on Earth,
and she will shine, shine, shine,
until its time to take a break.

Always near though,
never too far,
waiting to be reached for,
and ready to glow,

Instead; when you loose your baby,
she is gone, gone, gone,
no matter how far,
it’s never near enough,

So you float towards those stars,
those twinkling stars,
and just know:
she’s probably doin’ the same.

It’s days like these,
that make the owls,
forget they are nocturnal.

The sun is shining,
illumined fog above;
leave your sleep,
enjoy this love.

Sit up slowly,
open your eyes,
morning dew upon us,
dreams realized.

Wake up slowly,
after many tries,
dark as the evening,
the sun is not yet high.

Forgetting inhibition,
apprehensions all at bay,
an easy time as this one,
still tired from yesterday.

i feel the love,
you left for me,
when we went our different ways.

The night is dark,
and time is long,
but this owl is seeing beautiful days.

I would not have dreamt of you,
If not for sleeping on your couch.
Surely that is the only reason,
You were on my mind at all.

As i try to rescue myself,
my thoughts, and my actions,
Somehow you came crashing;
crashing in.

Your involvement was minimal,
in my dream last night,
and in the memories of my past,
You served your purpose,

And since?
You’ve come to remind me,
All the things I have worked so hard,
to give up