Sometimes writing is like a flower taking root. It sprouts at my feet, and winds around my bones while straining for light to guide it to my brain, where it blossoms for others to pick at or ignore.
A star up and dies The universe sheds a tear Particles fly everywhere The Milky Way collapses Half of infinity is gone The Sun tilts on her axis The Moon knows something's wrong Oceans begin swelling Water devours the land Earth hasn't been this bedraggled since life first began Gravity forsakes her Grounds fall to the sky A celestial teardrop's ruthless goodbye
I can't cure each word Soak them in sorted light Wait patiently for them to take flight Some burst out too soon Like runaway balloons Those are the best words to write
I want all of you For myself I don’t want To share you With anyone else We can hang out At the park in the night See the illumination Of light from the stars And moonlight The exquisite trees And leaves in unison With the seas So grooved on you Wanting to stay here All night until daybreak returns