A Half-Shinning Love Poem
She views herself with a mirror that’s fractured by her scars.
She’s scared and she asks herself why.
Her hand is bruised. She stares; watching thoughts flow as time deepens wounds.
She lives under a dark ocean and I float on the surface,
I love you. And the words echo through the chambers of the ocean and down into her.
I love you. And the words fall through cracks of the mirror broken down.
I love you, and I’ll float on the surface until you feel this fresh air.
Graduate
Memories fallen into a leathery book thick, sturdy, but fleeting.
We put the book in the basement and we promise not to forget.
Time understands meaning more than we do.
Time understands that we won’t forget, but the memories will fade and crumble.
We are too stubborn to admit but- Fading, he graduates. Fading, he moves on. Fading, time falls down and shatters the shell of the past.
But against time, against fate, I keep his memories bound, not in a book but in my mind.
I love you, brother.
Galaxy of Mind
Crystalline language shimmers in the light.
Sensory detail is an infinite galaxy and our attention — our crystal reflection holds truth like stars in the sky.
This experience, this place in time, its attention dancing through a vast universe, enveloped in little notes of affection, scents, shapes, sounds, offerings floating through the expanse of time
The Sun in Her Eyes
We dance as the celestial fire gently bathes itself in the sky.
We don’t know if the sun is rising or setting.
We frolic fearlessly without caring if it’s the beginning or the end. For each in its own beauty.
Relaxing into the sway of the universe, letting time unfold itself onto fate.
We dance as the celestial fire lavishly bathes itself in the sky.
Family
When I was born, you gave me a phrase. It was made of gold, and it had carefully crafted curves. The phrase was in the lullabies that you sang, the books that you read, the time that we spent. That phrase is now mine to return. I love you.
Architects
There is a land beyond ours.
Architects who sleep on the clouds.
They study.
Stories of love and beauty.
Songs of passion and tragedy.
The architects tailor a story for a soul.
They add waves of ecstasy and perplexity.
A transcendental land. A clear river of truth. A fountain of youth.
A hug. A punch.
Time, so everything doesn’t happen at once.
This is our story.