She Said,
"I was his Strawberry Moon
Red & dim
Lambent with love.
But he never stepped into my light
Never felt my red beams.
And now…
Time is gone.
Time is gone."
~
& after all, what did he reply?

~
She is mute
&
I'm blind.

Nothing is duller than the ache
For what was never Ours
A Phantom casts no Lover
Nor answers when implored

Cease the Calling Ghostly Whim!
The Wind will not return
A Flame once fed on Vacancy
Must teach itself to burn
Itself to Burn!

~
We capture recollections
exist in the now
sketching a destiny we may never reach.
Would you erase the past
 wipe it all clean
like waning tears dissolving into time
letting a momentary thought
  flow away
~~
just before you die?

I wished that I were He
Or
She were You  instead
But Time a fickle Artisan
Had other Hands  to Thread

Blind
A frustrated mind
Sees nothing.

A positive aura from your side
When the day
craves the young night.

Don’t rebuke where you are
Don’t rebuke your slight.

In the orb of Arbiters
Surrounded by.

Perhaps human life
Is a flock of birds
soaring through the sky

Perhaps the human mind
Is like an unearthed
Exciting thrilling science.

People say
Closed eyes see nothing
So,
Hey, nothingness?
My nothingness, such a seraphic...
~~
When my eyes are closed
All I see is beauty
The angelic face of yours.
~~
-A universal hint!
Both reality & a dream,

~As beautiful as you seem~

Any time
Every time
It makes my mind strive~

~A restless power~

Starving!
Starved for desire
Not in the way a ball rolls
But in the depth of my love's goals~

~Love~

You made me think
I’m bless’d~
The old-fashioned way
you’re dress’d.
My eyes are spellbound
&
I’m obsess’d.

Lost in your thoughts
&
Lost in your way
My eyes
Are madly restless today.

I don’t know what’s going on!
& I don't know why—
I'm buzzing like a bee
wings frantic
and no one gives a f~ck.

I don’t know what’s going on!
& I don't know why—
I'm singing like a canary
caged criminally
a melodious chirp misspent on deaf ears.
Seriously,
no one gives a dammn f~ck.

I don’t know what’s really going on!
& I don't know why—
I'm writing philosophy
However unaware of my own life's philosophy.

Broken wings
no longer able to fly high.

Dazed, befuddled by the actors around me—

Sometimes
I wonder...
Am I a bee, a canary
dreaming of being human?
Or a human
dreaming of being a bee & a canary,

flapping, buzzing
singing in a language
no human will ever understand?