There is a part of me
so coarse and dryit cannot thrive inthe light of day cracked and bruisedthe blood tastesbitteras it grindsthe imageof others sanctuary insolemn solitudesilentlydivide separate self andothers as isolated as the moonamong the stars alone amidstthe galaxy
There was nothing
I felt the light
reflected off of theperigee-syzygy of the Earth-Moon-Sun systemthe heavens shoneso bright that only the darkestof clouds could do anythingto veil it’s glowas I felt the weight of my selfweighedagainst the weight of the world the grass felt strangeI could not tell if it was the grassor my handswhose composition has changedso muchthat the hill of […]
There is a light
Shining forthFrom RomeI feel it’s raysTrans-continental beamsBeckoningHopeGoodnessLoveI struggle inThe warmth of the sunI am a skyGreyAnd dense with fogYou shine your lightAmidst, throughoutA rainbow of colorOn an overcast dayRain or shineYou’ll still be mineThrough calms and stormsI’ll still be yoursThrough droughts and showersThe world will still be ours
the oddest light
The sky is darkin that strange hourbefore dawnwhere some are still upand some are just risingfinding illumination from the moonand the city lightsthe tracks below uscontrolling our destinationrattle and vibrateyou
An exercise in gratefulness and commas
The moon, beaming forth through the clouds during what we here call night, deemed subtle by 21 years of moderately consistent and considerably persistent sensual perception, altered slightly by eclipses, harvest moons and other planetary alignments so far beyond my grasp, attempting to keep this world, this universe, our existence, in balance, disrupted by mankind, […]
