The Blue Hour (What You Couldn’t See)

In the blue hour of dawn

I find a lazy space to curl under you

content in my wait, feeling your sleep

history floating past my heavy eyes

 

its letters

once like old, cracked cement

break through, stretch and reform

into words that begged, in darkness, to be rewritten

for so long

 

these beautiful new truths

airy and bathing in the light

of a new day

 

and this chaos of shattered pieces

of what we thought we knew

mixes with the once-violent pulse of the universe

then suddenly

stills

building an effortless road under our feet

 

but as you begin to stir

and your heavy eyes find mine

I think nothing of history

nor of a future still tucked in its folds

 

I think only of my deep gratitude for this

 

another dawn

another blue hour

with you

 

~written by the owner of this blog~

 

 

 

 

 

This worldly picture show

of treasured monuments

and rousing wonders

crafts of man and God

rightly do we seek

these spectacles

before our time is gone

And yet

as the sands slip down my funneled glass

as it does for all the rest

my sated heart thinks only of

walking on browned grass

among familiar shapes of leaves

amid the commonplace of clouds

with

a slight touch of your hand

soft salt of your lips

a small breath of your neck

quick gleam in your eye

a sweet note of your voice

my senses singing at this unmatched feast

How I see my life well-lived

in you

my treasured monument

my rousing wonder

my otherworldly picture show

 

~written by the owner of this blog~

 

 

 

 

Coordinates within

like thread through a needle

you pull through me

how I long for spools of you

drawn out in silky, endless ribbons

 

The quivering nucleus

of an altered anatomy

an alien topography

undisciplined, untamed

and aching

as the tide begging for the moon

 

The shimmering sands of my surrender

are yours alone to admire

 

But oh, how I revel

in paving the path of your orbit

for my moon, as I am your tide

I am also your sun

painting our sky

with the pulsing light

of our swirling helix

 

This is truth of our energy

evolving, merging, unbreakable

This is the truth of our energy

it is ours, my love

 

and ours alone

 

~written by the owner of this blog~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I adore you in every geometry

each curve and line of shape

fills with the silent prayer of your name

and my heart beat, a well-worn catapult

sails my precious constructions

through the tumbling depths of space

so the heavens are sure to know who you are

 

~written by the owner of this blog~

The Volunteer

Sliced the front, sighing

spilled out, piling

kick the pieces off the ground

send it down the hole

 

You’re not right for this

Speak, speak, highness

Find the other delegates

Point them all back home

 

Fill it up slowly

Bloated, growing

It’s not like they say it is

Better than reborn

 

I’ll be back someday

Never, one day

It’s not like it’s permanent

to be all alone

 

Send it down

Send it down

Send it down

Send it down

 

~written by the owner of this blog~