The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing --
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.

Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history --

Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietàs?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.

I love you beyond measure, deep into the vastness of light frequency and otherworldliness

I love you like a child, innocent, pure and forevermore, compounding
Reverent splashes of light, thought faithfully beyond pale sight

Whole, unique, delicate, persuaded
The entirety of my soul has been invaded

Tonight, laughing faces fill the beach
Celebration and champagne fill the air
And a ceiling of clouds hangs over their heads
Natural flame scattered along pulls groups forth

And as the flames licked the faces with an orange glow
Mid night approached
The crashing of waves vibrated below tones inspiring dance
Alcohol and smoke electrified the crowds
Energizing an early morning

And a profound moment
I sit and watch a gentle soul **** a circle of candles
Soft flames danced about the ring
Praying softly to the heavens the woman drew in the sand
And overhead a hole is punched through the lofty blanket
As it passes, pinholes of light begin to open across the night sky
And as the year wanes a full moon is revealed in all its glory
Illuminating our stretch of sand with is pale gaze
The Great White Mage collected her lights and disappeared

And this experience
Reminds me of a spirit so pure
And so dear to me
Of my love for her
And her otherworldliness
Of her teachings
And her wisdom

Two-thousand seventeen comes to conclusion
A cheer erupts from the fires and we shoot it towards the sky
And the moon returns to its slumber
The new year is welcomed with dance and laughter

This morning we celebrate our achievements of the previous year
And the opportunities presented to us all
We are thankful for moments that aroused growth
And give love to the people we care most about
The glee is immortal, and the fires never fade
Until the light of the flames are weakened by the rising sun
Marking the beginning of a chapter
Written by each of us

you fell in love with an alien
you comment on my
otherworldliness
how i make you feel things
no human could do

well you, my love
you aren’t of this world either
but the difference between us
is that
you’re an angel
but
i don’t belong in heaven

i belong on mars

You start to shift away. Outward, you think. Your very existence, your mind starts to leech out from your body, slowly.

Your vision distorts with the shift in position, reaching toward the darkness, a realm without clarity. It must be colder there, you think, suddenly, because your body is freezing, every nerve fibre on edge, sparking and exposed.

Someone says something in the background, and that’s when you recognize that telltale sound. The audio is distorted, a far away murmur that cannot have any real significance.

A singular droplet of sweat runs down your protruding spine, and you can feel it trace its melancholic path down each vertebra, each notch handcrafted by your own misery.

“Are you feeling alright?”

A soft voice attempts to pull you from this realm unexplored, but your consciousness fights it. The noise around you is all but radio static, an incomprehensible symphony of otherworldliness.

Perhaps this world isn’t meant for you, but you always seem to return to it.