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Mercury is a speed demon on an ego trip;
young and stupid with only the eyes of heaven to bring us back

down.

You told me my gaze held the stars, but

I don't remember
pulling the constellations into my irises. You were the one

to hand me the flowers

and announced that you had picked them yourself,

          Instant gratification isn't fast enough. Maybe

we could have slowed it down a bit; let me meet the night

and feel its velvet sweetness
across my breasts like warm bath water,

like the gulf at the first touch of summer. I can smell the salt.
I can smell the sulfur. With you
I tasted the slow rot in the bottom of an eroded season’s

grave and found it sweeter than the last drops of wine you brought

when you showed up at my door. It was enough
to trade my stars
for sleepless nights under Van Gogh skies.

I would have traded anything.

little toy cars.

if I pick them up

can I find you?

my weight sinks to earth

as I leave it.

funny how

it is here I am grounded.

Une jeune tête brune, rêveuse

Monte son regard tendre vers les cieux

Elle observe la lune gibbeuse 

Et des étoiles briller le feu 

Il apperçoit au loin Neptune 

Paleur bleutée au milieu des diamants

Bijoux vacillants de leur mère la lune 

Eclairant faiblement les fossés et les champs

Ou repose le roi de la nuit 

D'où dorénavent il ne saurait descendre 

Balayées par le vent s'en vont ses cendres.

I sit here 

Alone

On the edge of this precipice

Basking in sky.

The sky is as ocean

Teeming with schooling stars

Ever faithful scholars.

The wind whips 

It holds silver whisps

Each breath is full of their singing.

A lone tree envelopes me

In leaf shadow shape

It's branches shiver against the sky.

The earth grumbles

Mayhaps a day till final crumble

Mayhaps to deliver me to death's sweet arms

As i sit here

Alone

On the edge of my forever

The trees reach their arms

The grass it's flimsy spears

The rocks hold firm

The oceans anchor it

And the clouds buoy 

And i

Stand beside

Raise my own arms

And cradle-hold

The sky

Can a kipper eat a prune,

As pigs fly to the moon?

And if elephants in the sky,

Were to eat a lattice pie,

Would we all be here till June?

The clear and painted sky,

Is flying like a bird so high,

Alas! Out of the blue,

The sky is painted again with a dark hue!

Yes, it is the cloud, gloomy,

That has made the painted sky dirty,

At that every moment wish I,

For the swift return of the lucid sky.

While the tedious sky is also stunning in its own way,

The painting-like sky must recur as my heart does pray.

To all those who have found IT and know they have IT.

© by Chuck McGlawn/Chuckest@aol.com

Daydreaming now as clouds drift by

Thinking of you while I gaze at our sky

Destiny gave you knowing brown eyes

Then sent you to me, to idolize 

I love the love that your love is giving

Your love makes life, so worth living

You’re made for me, I’m made for you

The love we have is something new

New vistas of love we’ll surely find

As life goes on our hearts entwined

Daydreaming now with our clouds in view

Thinking of just how much I love you