Crossing the field
One foot after the other,
Grass under my feet,
Clay staining my skin red
With each heavy step.

I drag along,
Instead of flying past like I once did.
My each step is slow and hesitant,
Instant of a leap and a lunge
Towards whatever the future may hold.

And grasshoppers
And little moths and fireflies
Float and hop around me,
As the sun settles behind the Earth,
And the moon rises into the sky.
The grass is green, but yellowing,
And leaves decay at my feet.

Spirals of red and orange leaves
Spin around me a thousand times,
And the falling stars caress
My moonlit skin.

I am the night time,
And I don't want to be.
I am when the wolves and coyotes sing mournful songs,
I am when the foxes and cats come out to hunt.

I am the night time,
And I creep across golden fields
As slowly as the gold fades to gray,
Where the sky touches the earth.

And I want to be warmed by the sunlight,
But I am shivering and cold,
Within my shadow realm.

I sit within the tall grasses,
Amongst the trees that sway in
The harsh winter winds.
I feed off moon flowers and snapdragons,
Yearning to find a daffodil for myself.

And the warmth of the sun calls me home,
But I want to be bask in the light,
Instead I blow away,
And I disappear.

And as I prance and spin in the evening,
Casting rays of blue twilight across the landscape,
My brown eyes catch your blue,
And while I believe you can't see me,
I hope to the moon and back that you do.

I am the spirit of the night time,
But your eyes are like the day's sky,
And I could stare into your sunlight lined iris's
For eternity upon eternity.

And with fluttering wings,
I painted you stars in the royal violet and navy sky,
I prayed that you'd make me yours,
But I was impatient
And you fell along with me

Into the realm where
Landscape meets starscape,
And the blues of the night
Met the greens of the day,
And I'll love you forever
Where the sky touches the earth.

Do you ever try and imagine
the entire universe?
it really makes my
head
           whirl...

If you have wings
why bother with walking?

whether they be ivory and scaled
or black and feathered,
spread your wings and fly--

for those who know flight,
a life on the ground is meaningless.

I trust,
deeply and sincerely,
that you're not meant for the red clay-mud
and ever sharpening blades of grass,
and dew drops and ladybugs,
but rather the burning hydrogen lights
and the shimmering moons
of the starscape.

Lying rigid in the frozen dewy grass, breathing fog into the air
If only I could see beyond the clouds, I'd look into the starscape
And trace the constellations with my eyes
Searching for the one we called our own
Remembering the way we lay beside each other one sacred summer night
Straining our eyes, staring longingly at meteors and satellites.
Tonight, those stars so hidden from my view are the same presiding over you
And that used to comfort me, knowing that you're not unreachable.
But tonight, I see through starry eyes
looking down at us with their celestial vision
To witness a bright and happy girl whose smile steals the world
And a broken, lonely man who used to call her "love."

I'm lost within the breath of the trees,
Found only by your eyes,
And the sincerity within your words.

Spinning webs of thought,
Each silken thread weaving into yet another web and another and another
Pull me closer and away from the webs
Belonging to my spider of a mind
That will swallow me whole.

And on every drive with you
Where the blue sky is overtaken by royal  violets and navy blue
I count the stars until I can't feel my sunset eyes,
And all I can dream of is the way your hand feels in mine.

And I hope you don't mind,
But the starscape has devoured me entirely,
And maybe I'm just a heavenly body
Drifting through lilac fog
Hoping to bring you back a little sanity
And a little soul.

Because you ignite fires in me
Within the very depths of my soul
And I only hope to return the favor.

Our hands test the night sky
calling all the stars luminous in this
large canvas of midnight blue--
We are an army of the smallest space we
occupy and yet we sought
for the stories the universe foretell.
We find them in the deepest mystery, that
we perhaps, are also a part of it.
Take me on the path we both chase,
let our souls swim in the unknown starscape,
to find beauty within ourselves.

sleep strewn loveliness sink in the
silence of this evanescent twilight —

a dream's citadel superimposed
in high calligraph.
shadow's monolith dancing away
from a mutiny of light. there is a gathering
here unknown,

as the moon fathers these
intimations doubling astonishment in
all limpid signs and praised symbols.
i see now clearly,
the lighthouse belle!
i feel more evidently,
the charring of the clammy water!
i ache more freely
as the stones are put in
equipoised trial - nudely manning the
coasts of dread!

to myself alone i sing
where all fires resurrected - here now,
close to dine the coruscation
of the vertiginous star heady on its way
towards the complete blackness of god's
face trilling behind numeral starscape—

small creatures standing on the
shoulders of dreams
mounting the dwarfed ******* of
mountains and aware of the river's
errant split.

against all light are the many toppled
dreams held together into makeshift amalgam, traced in outward light is
the vestige of the unwatched now
obscenely put into picture like the wind's contrapuntal waltz against the interstices of grass feasting in their moveable glee.

o, dreams and what if they are
curtailed to the bottomless notion
of ground's innocuous stare, to crumble
underneath the feet of the giant whom
i once knelt in front of, ravished, keeping worlds together like a mothering tongue
to day-scarred kindred, these words
   thrown from the gather of clouds
      formless shapes of inimitable rain,
  
   the bells may be out of songs,
  cathedrals too, wrung out of prayers,
    oblivion yawns waiting for its
     next guest— here in the dream
  cradled in the shoulder of it
      unharmed, untouched and only
       deeply feeling for all that is
       retained, walking in the Earth.

Throughout time
And space
And stardust,
There has been
A mystifying
Phenomenon
Where people lose themselves
Within their sins.

******* away
Into shards of glass and galaxies,
We are the disappearance of inhibitions,
And the birth of the notion
That love is unconditional.

Find me in the sunlight,
Find me in the starscape.
Lose me in the love of the night,
Lose me in the escape.

All that is good,
And all that is right,
Left me with moonstones for eyes,
And a missing piece of my heart.

But I've found it within you,
And I've found my light in the galaxy of your eyes.

We are of stardust,
And because of that
I only know of light,
Just remember that light can burn.

Go supernova
Within my soul,
Twilight reds
And midnight blues
Lead me back to you.

I feel the past as vividly
as if I were to be
experiencing magic
But the starscape is painted
in a mind that is tragic
The mists of time
mean nothing to me
My soul knows all that is mine
and everything we were meant to be.
I collide stars,
while the keeper of dreams
sings the melody
of all the chords
I dance to.

1.
To be wrapped up
in the contentment
of your breathtaking smile

to be stripped
of all Earthly burdens
by the otherworldly embrace
of your nurturing eyes:

this is all that I have desperately yearned for,
my flailing humanity seeping with starlight,
a poet’s heart thundering to the cascading rhythm of time’s hurtling arrow.

I swallow the moon and howl with furious joy,
billions of years suddenly elucidated by the purity and integrity
that you paint into the aging lines of my face,
deft brushstrokes of immortality flowing from your supremely artistic fingers.

I am the boy with galaxies colliding in his soul,
standing on the edge of the highest cliff in the solar system,
surveying all heavenly motion with a teardrop in the corner of his eye.

I am the glittering starscape above,
ripe with the fierceness of fascination,
finally released into the true momentum of living
by the astonishing emanations of your quicksilver mind,
by the ancient and alluring sway of your ocean of stellar desire.

2.
You are the girl with an empathetic teardrop
glistening in the corner of her eye;

here in the tornado’s calm
we emerge as one from this epic
and tender maelstrom:

hands and hearts held high,
ripe with the fierceness of fascination,
swallowing the cosmos and howling with furious joy,
painting the universe again and again
with the timeless sights and sounds of true love,
a universe renewed,
a kaleidoscopic bouquet bursting
with the raucous flowers of delirious enchantment.

3.
I sing us a simple song
about the passionate tranquility
that you splash against the flickering shadows of my existence.

My voice rises and falls
as the piano keys strike their heartfelt sequences.

Yet what I compose is a meager trickle of melody
intended to emulate the incalculable waterfall
of your generous and transcendent spirit.

For the endless epiphany
of your startling intellect
cannot be captured or imitated;

the irrepressible love
that you shower into my life
is a resplendent shield of invincibility.

And now I kneel before you,
dedicating my life to protecting and nourishing you,
cherishing how the fire of truth is reflected in our eyes.

For there is no greater weapon against the vicissitudes of life
than the tenderest awareness that we evoke with every kiss,
with every restorative caress,
with every deep exploration of the oceans of thought
that we once thought were only ours to visit.

4.
Basking in the boldness of our mutual awakening,
I trace the melodic edges of your sultry smile,
and I lean forward to give you a kiss.