the moon sits

in a darkened sky

lost in the distance

to far off light 

unable to remember 

his own sometimes

wondering if he 

commands the tides

or if the ebb and flow

is commanding him

under some kind of

have him at its mercy spell

but the ocean knows

it is just the way of things

in the cosmic synchronicity

not a whim and nothing

that one must fight 

so that when he tries to hide

behind whatever haze of cloud

might obscure him 

from any watching's sight

she prays the rains to her

then lets her breath 

lie very still

to invoke the magic

of water mirrors

to send his reflection 

back through the night 

to comfort his own eyes

I keep the gate to this

secret garden locked

but I know that

you are as a bird

or maybe a butterfly

something soft and shy

and winged

so that there is always 

invitation for you here

always a place to drink

always a forest of branches 

waiting to hide you

in their arms

and flowers that long

to show you off

and even on the days

you do not come

I will tend what wants to be

a sanctuary

cultivated not to grooming

but to grow as wild 

as wild can grow

and you are free to come and go

however the wind is pleased

to take you on its breeze

and still these things are here

for you to come and rest

to find safety in love's nest

or wander through

to discover and unearth

if curiosity should ask

but it is here each night

and day 

and all you need to do

is find your way 

to where this hidden place

is not a secret 

kept from you

I am learning to hear

what sits in the silence

from in the silence

within myself

where calm remains

a constant

that holds a voice

of what is truth

in the place beyond

the filters

made of scars

where wandering

is not so far

when migration 

through the realms

is just the way of things

and love is a wanting

to be the sky

that blankets the journey

in starlight 

and in sun

and not the destination

but only what holds

the orbit

without the anxiousness

of waiting

but still the need

to share the light

all I want to do is just

let the world fall away

from these tired hands

wipe away the make-up

that gets painted like an armour

to get through the day by day

stand here naked and exposed

and unapologetic 

for the scars that have been made

not only by others

but also the ones 

that I ought to have shame for

because they were made by me

stand here uncaring of the cracks

where the show of illusion

has too often found its stage

and let those cracks just be

a place to feel the beauty deep

to risk with knowing 

what slips in between the ribs

is what can fill the lungs with light

or lacerate straight through the heart

because in the moments

before the have to hurt

I want to know what it is to breathe

to stand here in my own free

exactly as I am 

without the second body

within which I have been encased

and ask for nothing more

than to just be for once

what my spirit wants to be

and to learn what it is to love

what it is to love you

from the authentic sacred self

I stared at the face of the moon

but it was not the moon 

that I have known

because tonight 

it wore your face

and all that I could hear

over the coyotes coming in

much closer than they usually dare

and the memory of stars

that left my heart in the storm

of a volatile electric state

were the things 

that I don't want to say

because sometimes I scare myself

and I don't want to scare you too

when gentle does not always mean

avoiding the abrasive

but also the embracive 

when I no longer feel the skin

that keeps the raw from touching

too deeply in the interverse

and the voices come

from too far down the river 

beneath the river that is seen

so that the words 

are better left to dreams

where spirits know how to speak

as spirits and to listen too

because they do not have

the distortion of human tongues

nor human ears

and I don't have to fear

how far inside 

this thread might run

the possibility that I might find

it is anchored somewhere further in

than I have yet to be myself

and comfortable is an orbit

I dare not let the echo of my voice

contort  a chaos of

where the balance is fragile

in the now

if eternal in beyond

and all that I can do

is whisper to the moon

what fires in the heart

from a little piece of solid ground

beneath the river that flows

with water we can taste

and above the one that runs

with stars

baby let's just drive

like the night we hugged red cliffs

so carelessly alive

there was never a need to worry

about the risk that we might fall

and you can be whichever you

you wanna be

and I will learn them all

to the song of hungry tires

eating up the blacktop 

in sync with the rhythm 

of our hearts

consuming every drop of fear

of just how far we know

we both can go

and the only tears 

that we'll let touch our cheeks

are the ones exhilaration 

seduces with the wind

when we are as fast as stars

migrating through 

the stratosphere of this earth

to hold the form of flesh

just to know what it is

to live in the moment

staring down the threat

of the edge

like stars that've come

to find their found

to feel what it is

to put the pedal down

and just drive

I am just a woman

of borrowed flesh 

and bone and blood

and if you dared to share 

a handful of dreams with me

the gamble is what I would do

because I've got no kind of magic

to make them all come true

but I would wrap them 

like ribbons in my hair

so when it felt the world had robbed 

all you'd thought you'd be

while you were lost in sleep

or your hands had held 

your dreams so tight 

they'd fractured into dust

I would call you to remember

the ones I'd kept for you to loose 

the ones I'd worn like woven silk 

and though they'd be

no more than what they ever were

when placed into my hands

I would return them laced 

in the scent of the perfume

of what had lain the closest 

to this heart and mind

returned to you to leave 

a place then bare 

for your fingers through my hair

and your breath upon my heart

the season that comes

hard on the heels of today

should have me waiting

for the sting of the flutter

of snowflakes against the face

but on the unexpectant wind 

has come a kaleidoscope 

of animated stars

all winged with fire

like a Chinook rising up

from the heart

tomorrows may bring 

what they will

but today is for burning

like butterflies that've returned

and all I wanna do is fly

without ever leaving the ground

as though only this moment counts

and the migration of volcanoes

from springs once forgot

that no one else can see

like secret languages

only we can speak

are written in fire and wings

from the core of the earth

to the centre of our own stars

and I am reaching up between 

the palpations 

of the metamorphosized

from the salt of the earth

to touch you there

somewhere under the blue

somewhere deep and true

to be like children again

to remember how to laugh

and love

without the armour

made of scars

of life that's gone too far

and the resistance 

against the chains

that cut the flesh

when getting cut

has been too often

the only way 

to free the day

from the definition of the names

that make commodities 

of the happiness that's 

always been

our right 

somewhere to play

with miracles that kiss us

with their wings

of prayers we never had

to claim

or ask redemption for

somewhere to remember

imagination is reality too

somewhere to be gentle

without having to be

with words that flow raw

but on breath that is sweet

forgiveness a well

that runs too deep

to swallow our pennies

but still can keep

our secrets 

yet grant us

our wildest dreams

somewhere deep and blue

somewhere with you

if not today then someday

without a name

in some near or far away

the place I wish to return

somewhere in the memory

of time within the dimensions

of unseen time

that is not the the kind 

you wait to come again

and not the end

but the place you work

to unearth

somewhere beneath

the ghost of the children

we have been

inside the mystery

of ancients we are

you are the face to the whispers

from in my dreams since I arrived

the insatiable manna

that grows my hunger for more

the sense I will lose

and the alien I must be again

in the vacuum of vampiric space 

if this gravity should ever let go

the way the cold finds invitation

in the footprint of a kiss

but you are also the memory

that burns like a fire

that can never fade to a wisp

of smoke cast to the fate of the wind

you are the music

that comes from within

implanted under the skin

but also the rain

that comes from without

and nourishes dawns

that cannot fall dormant again

the salvation not from absolving

a birth shrouded in sin

but the peeling of prisons

encasing the mind

and subserving the soul

to the lie

so that even in silence

there is something of you

whispering there

from deep in my heart

where I have had to find you

to find you

but also to find myself

the lingering and vanishing

like breath in the lungs 

the cosmic in and then out

that oxygenates the blood 

the illumination 

the sun

that calls the bloom from bud

the promise that the girl

who was born to this world

to forget herself

would remember

and could not forget

again

whaddya say baby

do you wanna get out of here

and find somewhere 

nice and dark to dance

someplace away from

all this noise

that drowns the music out

somewhere not so loud

like maybe in a dream

somewhere in another galaxy

in a parallel dimension

outside the bounds

where the song is what we feel

more than what gets heard

and we are the off beats

that syncopate

the magic in the rhythm 

the soul in the silence

that takes its breath

in sound

spin me around

like I've got the grace to fly

anchored to the gravity

of the mystery of the cosmos

you've hidden in your eyes

and we won't miss a step 

by the sound of our own hearts

lost among the stars

where desire sings

the song

composed by love

itself