Out of torments,
Storms form the north,
Rains from the south,
You seemed to grow
Declining to recognize
The lack of warmth
All along promising to yourself
That one day the sun would come
Poetry
Time and inquiry
For in the wind lie answers,
Old as time itself,
Questions asked by weary travelers
Found only on the lips of lovers.
Sailing from time
Over the bow
I stared deep into the blue
A reflection looked back
Dark, it watched me
We fell, we swam, and we drown
We became the sea
We became the sun
We were lost in time
Time forgot to hold us
We forgot to watch the time
Three days
For three days we waited
In a place with no wind
We sat in the eye of the storm
And only found out where
The thunder crashed into our dreams
Day and night
Had long melded together
And the distance had creeped into our blood
Something dark on the horizon
Whose sting is easy to forget
When your lover lays with you
But impossible to forget
In an abandoned bed.
Words carry your love
Words carry your love,
As they drift across an open sea
Of sand and worries
That were once hopes,
Scorched by the ages.
Your lips uncovered a tongue
Restless to make love
And ready to spill out
The racing thoughts
That contaminate
The sanctity of promises
Made to the sky
And sworn to things greater than ourselves
He walked
He walked through a storm
As rain fell around him
The world could be a dark place
Yet all he saw was light
To be undone
I am undone
Your words burn the air
Remnants of a time gone by
The full moon enveloped my breath
As I exhaled dreams of tomorrow
A splendorous sun above
A day graced by your benevolent eyes
Eyes of the sun, eyes of the moon
All eyes cried
At the sight of me
Undone
A silent storm
The silence,
Golden like the dawn
It gave me space
New to me
After a turbulent year
It came to me
Like a tropical storm
Forceful, beautiful in its terror
Washing everything clear
Torn from the past
A flood came
From above
From below
All sides
Nothing could be denied
Nothing was the same
It came freely
It rolled over me
It took control
It electrified my senses
And I was alive once again
Celestial dance
My angel,
Walking through the fields
Of a soul profound and guarded
Touching every blade of grass
My only focal point
Dancing through the skies
High,
You alone
Joking with the clouds.
A streaking comet
Our skin seared
Because every point of contact
Was a supernova upon itself
Burning in a cluster
Of a hundred million.
Your fingers traced
Fading streaks across my back
Like comets
Bombarding a dark chasm
Streaking burning histories
Causing a celestial snow
To cascade over our heads.
A Poetic Voyage 