The air is fresh
The sky is clear
The birds are singing
The smell is pure

sirens bawl
clear skies mean no school
(prospect of drone-strike)

they keep the night up
the light glowing in the dark
its like sadness souls
up and about
over the moon they reach far to the back of the line
not everytime
such beauty they hold
fulfilling
peaceful and quiet
behold

I went outside to look at the meteor shower

The sky was grey and foggy
The air was damp and cold

I tried to see the falling stars
But could only see the grey white sky

I wonder how many showers I’ve missed because of a stormy sky

I wonder how many falling stars I could’ve wished on

yearning late in the night,
    constellations hidden,
obfuscating streetlight,
     the stars overwritten.

progress has done away –
    with suns that hold our dreams,
mighty Mars kept at bay,
    Man reaches in extremes.

close your eyes
press your forehead against mine
let your physical body drown into the earth
allow your soul to tighten with mine
and as we float up to the empyrean that appears a little brighter tonight.
we sit on the star that’s closest to the moon
and paint our story for everyone below to see.
for they are the ones who could only imagine
the impossible,
and we are the only 2 that could make it so.
and while im writing your name between the sky and the horizon
the moon starts to look different
and before i can turn to you
im back in my vessel
staring at the moon through my window
wishing you knew how much i love you
so i wouldn’t have to keep expressing myself to the stars.

some dream of warmth
some dream of flying

some spend mornings lying
balancing on the edge
between sleep and awake

half dreamt images
of dancing flames
closeness
heat warming their face

or lingering sensations
of falling
remembering soaring
through the sky


meeting someone
share the dream
such a rarity

find and be found
instead of searching
the reason we search

few words needed
when minds mere touch
feel like home

to know already
the smile in your voice
to words not said

the touch of your hand
in mine
without holding

few words needed
none allowed

to share a dream
is unspoken


there had been signs to indicate
you too hid matches in your coat

if one were to find them now
others not to be ignored
remember

tasting on your skin
a silent longing for
someone to share your skies


nothing now in your eyes
but squinting back to see

attempts at finding
wordless answers

some do not remember dreams
they have but half dreamt images
lingering sensations

if you had but asked
if only I had shared
I never wanted flying

I dream of fires

Radiant, /
Resplendent, /
Full, /
He is my aegis, /
My bulwark, /
My protection, my fortress. /

When darkness falls /
As I walk /
Beneath the starless night sky /
My heart shines; /
Is /
My guide. /

He fulminates; /
Is radiant /
His love is luminous, /
Astral, /
Burgeoning & quenching /
My every desire. /

Quenching my heartbeat /
With an unmatched /
Synchronicity; /
Bestilled, unmoving /
In His presence. Naturalistic, inheld /
Beauty, —timeless. /

I’m here /
In this time, this space, this place. /
Reverberating /
Upon the wavelength of The Divine. /
Oh, I’m resonating sky high, /
Sky high. /

(—Se’ lah)

The sky doesn't smile today.
It has the imperfectly carved moon.
A bright lit hollow upon our heads
Lightening the earth like a
Lone in dark street light.