STAR BURNED DARKNESS

Dawn is coming
Sublimation
Bullets
Say
Splatters in the wind
Spreads its wings
On
Starry nights
When
Solitude descends
Leaving untouched
Wounds buried in my heart

Ocean songs
Echo
Ripple
Across anemone floors
Glisten
Like yesterday’s pictures
As we move
In worlds unformed
Cry for release
Die to be born
Again and again
They call me

On the prowl
A sleek, black jaguar
Stalking misty mountains
Rising
From
A topaz sea
Ephemeral whispers
Secrets
Star burned darkness
Timeless dimensions
Where
Stars are born and die

The death of a star
Bestows upon posterity
A
Cosmic opening
Lacking in brilliance
Perhaps more powerful
Gravity compresses
Dense matter
Pensive dust
Back
Into
The birthplace of understanding

Predator and prey
The essence of life
Feeds on transitory shapes
Libido and lust
Form of the moment

Indulging illusions
They pay good money for
Lurking behind satiated smiles
Imprisoned faces wait in line
Anxious for a piece of something
To call their own
But
I want to be
Where the wild things are
I want the buffalo to come back
I want to feel the wind in my hair
Summer on my face
Walk a new trail
Listen to rain fall
As our
Planet moves
Between
Shadow and shade
Night and day

In a dream
Of
Constantly changing forms
Orbits within orbits
Motion within motion
Revolving odysseys
Intent
On
Traversing vibrant
Nectar laden
Layers
Of
Consciousness
Esoteric emanations
Sublime in proportion
Immerse themselves
In
Infinite realms
Climaxing
In
A
Milky
Astral
Melancholy
Crescendo

Sometimes
When I look
At
The moon
I feel it saying something to me
As though
I hear music
Like the memory
Of
Her hands touching me
As
We pass through the skin
To places
We’ve never been

I still long for her
The one who comes to me
In
The world of dreams
With
A white flower
In her
Long
Flowing
Hair

Her face
Feels so real
And yet
Escapes me

Her soul
Is
Warm and shining
Soft and delicate

When
I last saw her
A
Veil covered
Her face
Penetrated
By
Eyes
As if
Stars
Have grown cold
And
Now see
New worlds
Through her