Watching the Night

Have I ever gazed

a sight like this?

Third (fourth) floor?

Window sill?

Moon shining like a teardrop

ready to fall from above?

 

Well, no.

It will stay in its place.

All you must do

is spread your wings

and fly up there yourself, darling.

 

You have nothing to fear.

 

It is just a New York street,

an Upper Manhattan merengue

playing off in the distance.

 

What does that sound, taste, scent of doubt

have on this essence of consciousness?

 

We are here together, on this main stage.

 

It keeps turning,

we keep turning,

your mind keeps turning

let it be what it is.

Feel it.  Nod, let it go.

 

Patience is hidden in the smile of the moon,

offered by the silence of her sister sun

she remains, shining brighter in the darkness

and not afraid of her beauty, either.

 

The real miracle

is knowing how to watch the show

and not become it;

the moon does this for us every night

brushes her lips against the sky

I can see it shining–

a smile reflected in the stars.

 

No, I cannot see them above the diner sign

but I can hear them:

whispers of light

burning through the galaxy

reminding us

that we do not understand time, just yet.

 

July 12, 2016

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Grief

I suppose

all I can do

is feel it

when it comes,

and devote my life to loving

in a way he, too,

deserved to love.

 

for all those we have loved and lost

February 3, 2016

While Dreaming

At another time,

I forgot why

I existed,

why not crawl down

the river,

then swim…

…..

I gaze out,

over a hazy blue horizon

and wonder

at all,

question nothing

and realize my purpose

is life,

itself.

….

Man must respect this,

shouldn’t they?

For there are many others

that share my wish,

do not simply stare at it like a silver moon

they toss rocks at it,

royal diamonds into the air

to capture the light

reflecting off the edges.

..

My dream is now.

.

Our dream is forever.

April 13, 2015