I stomp around the woods at night
Like a giant with a drum
Forever chasing a distant light
Squished between my finger and my thumb
As it moves across the sky
My fingers do the same
Serenaded by the sound of wolves
And the locals gone insane
One day I'll finally reach you moon
You've never lead me astray
This world is not meant for giants
Please whisk me away
the things I will do for the past are telling
darker than darkness
I linger like things not said–
once I wrote that I wanted to know you
and now through knowing you
you are the only puzzle I will never solve–
finding the corners but
never all of them–
just searching for the dead ends,
what I think will close me in
the words I will use do not make a heaven of your body
they do not make me a martyr
they keep me in this empty space
they do not tell me I am as beautiful as I can be but
they have never told me you are not trying
the things I will do for the truth
are making me split like a parody
fight like inside my head
and all this character wants
is just to make her mine again
my body is another way to stretch my words until they break
it is something I don’t want to form until I speak it
you are everything I will lose
the end and the beginning and
the things I will do for love are sinful
scrabbling for grip
you are the only enemy I will never fight
just stand there in the ring
When you rise in the early morning long before the sun’s first light
you have this wonderful opportunity to eavesdrop on the music of the night.
If you don’t hear the music at first…wait!…it won’t be long…
before the crickets, whom you never see, choose the rhythm of the song.
Once you catch the rhythm…just as your body begins to sway…
as if the maestro pointed in their direction…the woodwinds begin to play.
Their music enters from every direction as you walk through the neighborhood…
The melody changing depending on how the wind chooses to whistle through the woods.
The woodwinds can enter loudly on a gust…or softly on a gentle morning breeze…
either way….wherever you turn…there is music in the trees.
Just as you’re thinking to yourself…is there a better way to start the day…
the birds pick up their horns…and the brass begins to play.
If you’re lucky…and you listen closely…sometimes the music of the night…
offers a violin concerto…of the hummingbirds in flight.
Some walks take a little longer…you stop more often…close your eyes knowing you don’t have to see…all you have to do is listen to nature’s morning symphony.
Sadly…when the sun begins its rise…the symphony quickly fades away…
as the music of the night relinquishes the stage to the music of the day.
But another symphony begins tomorrow…if you rise before the sun’s first light…
another opportunity awaits…to eavesdrop on the music of the night.
The stars' silent light
winking through the night
Fireflies moving stars
Soundless is their light
as are the best teachers
whose auras without words
grant gifts of insight
Come on, take my hand.
There’s a stunning carnival
Right in front of us.
It lights up the night
Like a group of fireflies.
Don’t you see that we have
A chance to rule the night?
So what are you waiting for?
There’s lots to do.
So much to see.
Our hearts will guide us.
No point in holding back now.
We only live once.
We can’t waste this time away.
The night is so young,
But baby, so are we at heart.
The park is stunning.
It’s everything that
I dreamed of.
Why did I delay before?
Now that I’m grown up,
There’s no chains to hold me down.
Come on, take my hand.
The rest of our lives await!
Why are you so scared?
Is the rotating wheel barrel blocking our path?
Did the power outage cause your heart to beat so loud?
Intensive moments build up character and bravery.
Your fears are below you now.
The storm may have
Crashed the party,
But that’s not how I see it.
Being so close to danger
Puts what we’ve learned to the test.
So let’s stand our ground.
And not wait until tomorrow.
The park is stunning.
It’s everything that
I dreamed of.
Why did I delay before?
Now that I’m grown up,
There’s no chains to hold me down.
Come on, take my hand.
The rest of our lives await!
Night And Day And Night
Only the dark sky
can show a sheen like velvet
during the nighttime
The long night, one of many.
A person glances at a clock radio.
They are neither asleep nor awake.
They lie there, uncomfortable, restless.
Their mind races away, teasing them with scenarios of ruin.
The seconds tick by, slowly.
The person longs for sleep,
Or for dawn, for a new day.
An hour later, they remain awake,
Unable to relax, but unable to think properly.