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Sunday, April 29, 2012

Promises (from My Journal My Journey)

He promised that she
would never have to worry.
That he would be her clarity
when her vision became blurry.
...and even though
she could stand on her own 2
He carried her imagination over thresholds
and found the spot her thoughts ran to.

She promised to take him
through her universe last night.
So he started his journey
exploring the lights in her twilight.
...and even though
his footsteps were not the first
He planted his flag on her moons surface,
and blew kisses through her shirt.

He promised to protect her
with chest out and broad shoulders.
She stroked his ego,
called him her King and her Soldier.
...and even though
they both have past lovers.
They let the past be just that.
and handed the world to each other.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

My Moonlights

I've toddled along speechless purple nights,
and shaded hours where daylight dies.
Where the sun is bartered for artificial bright,
and tinted atmospheres improve in size.
Insects compose songs with a mating chorus,
and whispers tilt back with the winds.
Fleeing stars become horizontal drips before us,
and reflecting glows are a pupils best friend.
Who but you hold the pulchritude of a prancing night?
Who but you hold the answers to prayers?
Collections of your occurrence do formulate blithe.
While fancying twilighting flares.
These words are of a magnificent impression
of the evening and also of you.
Perpetually sculptured beneath a smiling crescent,
and boundless heavens that are a dozen shades blue.
Your totality is moonlight echoing against yawning waters
The same moonlight that reflects love from the sun.
Ironically, it exists fighting daybreak from slaughter.
Blessing the planet, you and the sun become one.