You are the moon
And the the stars and
The air in between that touches me,
That fills me and empties me;
The gravity and the lack thereof,
And all the time.
Pulling me, freeing me.
My lungs, my heart, my mind and skin
Crave and weep.
I want more.
My home stars keep calling my name.
Traveling the speed of light through cosmic storms
I visit them in my dreams.
I am merely a newborn awakening to wonders and strife. How cold the air on my skin, how the sun stings my eyes.
My mind gets earth drenched; fatigued translating language from there to here.
Most often I do not make sense when I speak though it sounds right in my head.
So much gets lost between soul and mind
As I try to enunciate and pronounce this love of all.
My heart beat fills my veins with a stirring and my lungs breathe an endless breath.
I watch and I smile feeling love flow through me; i am and never was empty for this
Is infinite and continuous.
Few see that all is translated in the stillness, that it Is always love, as we call it.
For it truly is more than love and that is why so many continue to try and define it.
It is more than a flat word or a mere voice and that is why we struggle so; to capture and constrain this cannot be done. It will not fit in a container.
There is no human word to encompass love.
And so the writers write and the singers sing.
The dancers dance and the dreamers dream.
Every one of us ponder
On and on and on
Black off the shoulder dress,
Patterned with little pink flowers.
Tan and sand brushed.
Last time I wore it was in Egypt.
A beautiful night, it was.
Clear and star filled.
I feel everything all at once when I look at.
Dancing long after they hurt.
Laughed and smiled so much;
People thought I was drunk.
It has a hole in it I never fixed,
I kept it anyway.
So there it hangs with a variety of other
Time to sew it up or let it go.
Let’s sneak out after midnight.
Meet me down the road.
We’ll go running through the field.
Nobody will know.
Bring your father’s bourbon
And a radio too.
We’ll listen to some music,
Maybe dance a song or two.
I’ll bring us a blanket
And wear my yellow dress.
The one I wore last summer,
The one you like best.
We’ll lay down with each other,
Not breathe a single word.
Because we know what our hearts are saying,
Nothing that can be heard.
We’ll count the stars to a million.
We’ll laugh until we cry.
We’ll hold each others hands,
Watch the lightening bugs make fire in the
And I can’t wait to see you.
Can’t wait to breathe you in.
Can’t wait to see your laughing eyes
And do it all again.
*originally published November 2015 @choleintodiamonds*
The air is chilly now and I am wishing I had
Thrown on a sweatshirt.
Lay down in the ground on my belly
And prop my chin up on my hands.
The evening sun is getting lower and I love
To watch as light filters through all of the different petals and leaves.
If I squint my eyes it looks like millions of stars
Are resting amongst the flowers just like me.
The sun is silver,
The moon turned golden.
We all thought we were
We laugh as it crashes all around us
And dance our way through
Shattering and scattering ourselves
The unknown cosmos.
Near and far we create new stars and light
Fiercely formed worlds with love.
Screaming and singing; sink and dissolve once again.
To root, bloom, reseed and
Create is all we know.
The rest is up to the others.
Sitting in this darkness
These gifts have been given me;
The stars beyond the stars.
And on and on.
There is no end to the giving
Come dawn though no longer
Visible to the naked eye.