Your eyes are the stars
and all is lost in searching their depths
for words etched in paper cups burned
black with ashes, script faded like voices
echoing out of existence and into the
fantastic shades of stormy coalescence,
like rain in a drought ridden heart.
Christmas came and went
And as we unwrapped our gifts
We unraveled ourselves,
Like brittle paper and sharp bows
Scattered among tags labeled with lies,
Lies we say are just make believe
Casting doubt on all we ever felt.
Postage returned for insufficient love
A currency foreign to your fingers
Splotchy with dark stains
Cast against electric blue nails
Reflecting the uneven attention
Between yourself and your art
Never stopping to see
That the light from your face
Your laughter
Your very enthusiasm
Could find home in the Louvre.
From hair and eyes like oak and pine
Words poured from cherry lips
Sweeter and fuller
Than honey, maple or wine.
Verse sustaining and sustained
Founding and finding
Secure foundations for hope
Entangled like roots and rain
Rising from her lungs whole
Devoting air to the single phrases
I devour in form like rivers
Sending chills throughout my soul.
Yet, even fixed I cannot comprehend
The priceless nature
Within this goddess
I call friend.
Filled my heart with love–
Where once stood walls and branches
Founded oasis.
Showering with skin
Foreign to my fingertips
Forged and tempered in love
I caress
And forever feel I’ll fail to comprehend
How a work that is not a “work,”
Though a breathing masterpiece,
Could ever find a way
To share a life with me.
Your name catches in my throat
Like a breath I feared
Abated
Before it struck my lungs
And rendered paralyzed my disposition.
I am lost
In pursuit of fruitless acquisition
For words too heavy for exhalation
Invalid explanations
For all you make me feel.
Yet, failing proper respiration
I’ve still discovered systematic devastation
And traced the cause to you.
Drugs are coursing through my veins
Uppers, downers and in between
Curving perception
Casting precaution to the sky.
Illusions dance before senses ensnared
By gentle shadows shaped
Within a cast of pure existence
Experienced as a moment in space
Preserved and observed
In mute recollection.
Yet, they quickly pass without consent
To leave desolate
Once impassioned pleas.
Moonlit Poetry 