Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I’m meaning to apply.
I’m outing myself to find about
Why the Red Sky’s I.
Trying to give time,
To the subscrivener,
To the heart’s circulation.
It is the evening
Of our tomorrow.
Striving not to fear
The scarecrow’s wizened grimace,
For the world’s singed wings beat a straight line
From me to where your breath hangs still.
Beseeching you to dream yourself
In a sea of suns.
Old Einny knew the aether
Holds all separation
We can feel faster than photons.
And with the flick of ash,
Our trials have begun,
2007, 2008, 3, 2, 1
Embrace the noble face,
And name what you will.
Monday, December 17, 2007
I like how our love is falling...
Like slow, beautiful snow flakes
On the surface of a secret lake
Like strong, steady sunshine
On our burning bright smiles
Like warm midnight rain
Soaking us through as we walk home together
A constant, patient irresistibility,
A funny truth I dare not name completely,
Yet fear more than fearlessness to ever let go