farther closer

My mind is a comet
Racing through space
Carried in the hands
Of a cosmic grace.

My words are dancers
Never to be seen
Moments of wonder
Pages in between.

My heart is the earth
Unwavering through time
Bearing every scar
Man could divine.

And you are my gravity
You pull me closer
Somehow ever by me
Somehow farther closer.

Cry, silently

I could hear it in your breath
You were crying inside
The moment was dark…
No reason to hide.

The heaviness crushed you
The weight of the sea
Spills forth from words
So easily.

Look at the stars
Their time becomes your eyes
They fall at your glance
And across your cheeks glide.

All that has left

All that has left
So silently,
Wanders among weeds,
Savors sweat as wine
And carnal company…

What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?

All that has left,
Parted with the wind,
And the warmth beneath
The dearest wing.

Sing…
Sing…
Sing…
What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?

I know love
Lets no wicked rest.
And I know grace
Weighs heavy
Upon my chest.

Here we are

How should we be,
In these gardens
Of starlight vines
And blooms of memory?

Is ours the music
In the tip-toe
Of times fragrance?

…our kiss the question
Of when childhoods
Last spoke?

We are,
As the Sun and Moon
Nesting in our eyes,
Careless…