Neverland

I saw two stars shoot
across a dimly lit sky
they were you—they were I—
disappearing into the blackness of night.
If the sky was a continent,
we'd be lost helplessly
but not without hope, for you see
there's not you, there's not I
but a "we"— pleasant company!

"If I could I would pick
all the stars to make
you a glittering crown,
oh my dear,
oh my love,"
said he. Then
with tall, bended knee and
rough, gentle hands
he would hold me close
then whisper, "Love endures"
And with ruby heart glowing
he'll hold me still
my heart in his heart
eternally filled.

There's a map in his eyes
of adventure and thrill
he'd sail through the storms
just to be with me still
just to gaze at me still

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Hem Me In

Tell me why
the goosebumps grow
even when I wear my coat.
Neither rain nor weather
can freeze me over
but something still within my soul.
I am but patchwork upon
the quilt of time,
but something tears and
bares all stains beneath the covers.
O, what to do with daylight bright—
it burns the edges of my soul!
But when I gaze into your eyes
I find blazing light
and grace too hard to swallow.
"I am sick—I must die"
says Thomas, says Nashe,
but even then the stars will sing
"You make all things new"

half of my heart

What hurts most
perhaps only is this moment
when I watch you walk
away from me.
Tell me please:
is it because I am cold,
breathing lifeless breaths beside you?
I am but dust within my grave
without a mouth to speak or
kiss your soul.
Well I am covered with the
finger prints of shallow musings,
so paint me there upon your canvas
in shades of redemption's son.
Clothe me then in linens pure,
and lest I die,
stain me red.

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walk.

I walked through a place where
rainbows run through the water
and even the murky depths sparkle
where the light hits it.
And by the old tire swings
my soul felt real once more;
and where the dirt met asphalt
I kept on walking, well thinking that
all of us are just cycling through reality
though the weather's rather dreary.
Yet ahead upon the road
a bird took breath to fill
her crumpled lungs.
So I kept on walking
leaving footprints wet upon the gravel, glimmering.

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look.

The light is fading outside my window
but behind the curtain
the most beautiful silhouette of a bird
flows through the sheets.
And then for a moment I am well,
content to glimpse the shadows of his wings
singing through the twilight.
And with one flutter he was gone
only for a feather to remain
in the dying sun.
I turned it over in my tarnished hands and
within the weather'd bristles
hope glistened.


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Half-empty

Shall laughter emerge from stale waters and
ignite the sorry stars?
Well hand me an oar and
maybe then we shall navigate
murky waters, gargantuan depths
where sorrow and madness dream
stories of war and widow's sons.
But we will wear light and
dress in roses still blooming, we shall
pledge our hearts—unafraid—
and be made whole.