something in the way you speak
or maybe the way you smile
and even then,
I never ever thought,
that falling for you
is the hardest thing
I never meant to

suddenly,
you're everywhere,
every single dreams,
everything I ever want myself to be

and when the clock keeps ticking
you're just out of nowhere

-wonderwall-

Quietly I sit here in this empty space.
Much like a waiting room.
I wonder if I'm going at too fast of a pace.
I wonder if I've caused my own doom.

It has been some time since we last spoke.
I know your life is hectic.
Occasionally I reach out, like a poke.
But I feel like it may be neglected.

I wonder how you're doing,
How have you been?
But I know you keep on going,
Not looking back on the past, the had been.

I know you need your time,
You need your space.
Its been two years in time.
I'm surprised you'd remember my face.

But I hope you're doing well,
It seems like you're doing fine.
Just focus on yourself,
I'll just watch the time...

readily acknowledge our highest standard of luna loving madness

we treat our luna connection with equality -
great affection as well as sensible trepidation,
for its transgender nature, though well disguised,
is but surficial,  that we all ken, when compared to
***** bewitching covens who in the forest deepest dens,
exclaim their aroused allegiance over and over and over again

but so so many lunatics lurking in the poetic coven, who knew!

do not ask all the luna~ticced poets to step forward,
unless you wish to crash the internet's servers whom I'm told,
who too, are silent secret devotees

who  among us has not scribed truth and lies, when standing outside, greeting the divine presence

I cast my eyes, and no matter where
they fall or rise, I know You are there

You fill spaces vast,
here and in the past

All unfilled days ahead, You're in my heart and head,
when I lay down in bed, and everywhere I tred

Though I cannot see, it gives me esprit,
to know who's by me created earth and sea

I am filled with hopeful wishes
as I look at all You made,
from the sky down to the fishes,
You are my everlasting shade

have you ever looked in the ocean
not the glistening blue eyes of what we describe
but the ocean; or puddles; even lakes
the reflection, have you seen the earths finest beauty reflecting through the ocean to your own eyes

My mind
is like a leaf,
lost in the wind.
It is here,
                                      there,
   everywhere.

I have learned
that I cannot be
everywhere at once.
And that I need
to save some time
for myself.