#love

my morning glory,

i dry out for you
and crumble in your hands, melting, melted

Life is a dialogue between love and the dust, 
but there's a deeper death than death,
this is death, when the love, departs,
Each drop of blood is a starry song
and our souls are breaths of eternity.
In the end the buds returning to the tree.
The tree cares for us.

Love, a little church that standing all alone,
waits with open doors,
but nobody goes there to pray,
the prayers will go unsaid,
now, where to go? which way?
love, be my beacon,
teach me to look at an empty sky
without fear.

I have always been afraid of heights

because of the potential fall.

Just imagining my feet stopped on an edge several feet high,

makes my stomach

                                 drop.

And when I look at you,

I feel the familiar rise of my heart in my throat

like I can see a ledge in sight.

The closer I get

                   the more my legs shake and
   
                                                             my breath catches.

And it isn’t until I look into your eyes

          I realize

My child, let your life come into the world of darkness
like a spark of light, without flicker and pure,
and thank them in silence. You know, my child,
they are cruel in their greed and envy,
their words are disguised knives thirsting for blood.
But do not be afraid, my child, go and stand in their hearts,
and let your gentle eyes fall on them like the forgiving serenity of the night.
My child, let them see your face and so they know it
meaning of all things, let them love and love one another.

Listen, if stars are still lit it means there is someone who needs them.
It means someone wants to love,
Why then do we feel so much pain and heaviness of heart?
are we waiting for something, regretting anything?
To whom I can strech out my hand in the somber desert ?
Who will accompany me on the empty night?
Who will give me a fiery day?
Who will bring back the sea that left?
No hope here. Torment is certain.
Without sacredness in the emptiness of this world of ours,
the heart of man fades like a flower.

Won't you dance with me again
And never let this sweet song end
Away from all the dark and gloom
Come to the center of the room
You missed a step, well that's okay
Keep your head up, don't drift away
And If you fall please do not worry
No one here wants us to hurry
They just want to watch in silence
Making sure we keep our balance
The violins are going slower
The atmosphere is falling lower
This cherished song's last note is near
It's sad I'll miss it all, my dear
Our steps in sync, your hand in mine

In red lipstick on the dirty mirror,
I wrote,
“I love you.”
four times over.
Each letter
smaller and smaller,
Until the only left was I.
Because,
We will burn away each part of love,
You will smoke yourself out,
Until it is only I.
Left alone with neither.
And gasoline dripping down my fingers.

I saw the disconnection; I always did.

no one standing—
a stone path digging deep
into the woods
 
          *
 
warm on either side
beneath the clouds that loiter
in lustful haze
 
          *
 
she came
in moments when the sun
reflected on the glass
 
          *
 
water and light
reflected before moving on
to another day
 
          *
 
stretching on
the rivers render the earth
from one moment to the next
 
          *
 
her eyes show no one
as they open and close