star.chart

01.05.09

And I will gawk, unabashedly and true,
silently in wonder at the brightness in you.

Encompassing worlds of sentient delight,

I always meant to gander at the implicitude of it all
and was yet unprepared for such a sight.

Now, I think with vision grown
grand enough to break my peace
by piece within.
This colossal orb of prescience
engulfs futile neighboring stars.

Pinpoints glowing for naught
that I can any longer glean,
so away with meaningless symmetry
of bodies juxtaposed in inconsequential play.

For there is a universe on the horizon
whose spirit is known but territory unexplored
and I find myself graciously seated,
Mon Capitan, to steer a course
hopshod through uncharted bliss!

waiting.bruise

01.05.09

As I watch the sky turn from slate grey to navy blue

meandering green in the middle,

my thoughts form to fill the spots in-between

sworn lover’s vows ringing in the firmament

this cool, dark air leaves me wondering

I’d rather love balmy words blithely pronounced

on naked evening’s revelry

whispered most fair in earnest covenant.

But the spaces barely there expound come morning

seeping memory in shades of deepest bruise.