Finally Someone Speaks the Truth

bedtime

set blissfully adrift
sinking into the ether.
set chilled over easy ice
melting oblongs of crystaline
fuzzed and buzzing
set to whispers within my ear
my mind is floating on
patience and the light
at the end of the tunnel
darkness ends
i found the power
all the colors are illuminated
if only for a short while
once again.
he whispers nonsense
since time long past
it's all the same
i am waiting to wake
up from this dream state
the only way out is through
diving deeper and deeper
into the darkness to find the glimmering
shimmering colors of light
they seduce and dance and ring
around the dancing dresses twirl
i enjoy falling behind
within the folds of fields asleep
dreaming of the stars you've seen
wanting to spin them around
so they twinkle just for you
the way i do
shine and sparkle
in your deepest darkest sky
far beyond
in diamond fields
asleep

i see your true colors

  

Beautiful You

even though you are far away
i feel you
all over me
i breathe you in
i am full of the lightest air
lifting up up into space

beautiful you.

you are a bombshell
nitroglicerin kinetic energy
fused to the marrow of my cells
every glance strikes me
with the most perfect kiss
i breathe you in
full of stars and dreams
lifting up about the clouds

beautiful you.

your quiet form
flowing alongside me
a glowing hot star you are
burning me
every touch healing me
with the most beautiful heart
i breathe you in
full of love and tenderness
lifting higher into the heavens

beautiful you.

even though you are so far
i feel you
all inside me
i keep breathing you in
full of the sweetest oxygen
sending me into wonderful oblivion

beautiful you.

Death Of A Candle

written way back in 1994

Under the candleflame I write these words to you,
my mind thinks of other times
when the excitement of feelings
ran the days through the skies.
Rainbows and words spanning across time together,
mistaken kisses and meanings
flaw the perfect colors.
Waterfalls of hugs and tender touches
lost on old memories,
forgotten by moving hearts.
My candle flickers, it gets harder to write.
My candle is dying, but no one hears its scream.

It hurts to feel, it hurts to live,
but that's the chance I take.
I do feel and I do live, I pay my price.
One day I will run out of funds,
and my candle will have winked out.
A part of you is gone from me now,
the candle has melted to a stump.

But the other part, the part that loves you, keeps burning.
Even when I try to smother it, even though it
hurts to feel, hurts to live, hurts to love,
I do.
I don't expect anything in return,
I couldn't ever hope to love you,
I wouldn't ever dream of telling you.
But I do, I have, I will
always.

Isn't it strange how, after our book is closed,
I finally know what part I played?
I have nothing left to lose now,
nothing I hope to gain.
So I bare it all, I relieve my burden.
I've poured out my heart into this cup,
drink from it until its hollow.
Then I'll be bare and pure,
white and clean.
I always knew you'd choose the dark, the black,
to live your own,
forever forgo your chance
to return to your innocence.

With a breath of a blown kiss, my candle winks,
glows fiercely and fades finally into darkness,
leaving only the memory of light,
as the smoke remains travel into the night.