And her mind,
It goes blank
Before you can blink.
She is smiling
All the while hating herself.
And they keep talking
And she keeps laughing.
And she excuses herself to the bathroom
She stares in the mirror
Wondering if she is really here.
Why all this noise?
Coming from mouths who don’t care
What a heart beat is.
The air that leaves her lungs
As she whispers your name,
As you press against her
And hold her steady.
As you take her where she needs to go
We sit in the quiet and
Hear the stars resonate
In our very bones.
It’s all ok.
Breathe in unison.
You don’t even need to say
It is all okay.
Mountain summer night.
Watching the stars wink in and out of sight.
Brushes a wisp
Of my hair into my mouth
And I throw my head back
At the illusions.
Hello Milky Way.
I have been longing to see you again.
These city lights,
They block your luminosity
And leave me stumbling to find my way.
I struggle to find direction
Without stars to guide me.
Artificial radiance shines bright like a beacon
Until you get close enough to
Realize their lack of heat within.
I close my eyes and begin again,
Having faith in my own intuition.
I know the truth.
We know the truth.
The stars are ever steady
With brilliance true.
Caught between gazing at
Coyotes out in the beyond,
Their chorus echoing
Clear night air.
The moon is hiding her glow behind
Neither here nor there;
I am most certainly under a spell.
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.