It's been a long time (which agrees with this watch of mine)

Jump over the moon

And dive into the sheets
It’s a lover’s lagoon
of slumber and peace

Blankets like waves
Blue eyes like whirlpools
I float in your gaze,
my two favorite jewels

Shine on, you crazy diamonds
Shine on, forever

I’m setting sail with you
Setting sail for wherever
Let’s cast off from the shores
So, toot toot! All aboard!

Mistress Moon.

A pearl in water; a supple ship
pulled by gravity’s merciless flow
sailing circles in her endless trip
‘round the only world she’s ever known
a humble planet of sea and stone

Damn telluric rock, she wants the star!
it’s the closest one, but still so far
in dreams and darkness she bathes in light
and returns a beacon every night
to romance that distant shining sphere
Oh, my Sun! If only you were here…

hearts.

Cercis canadensis

Beautiful heart-shaped leaves; this plant is one of my favorites. It also has gorgeous pink flowers when it's in spring bloom.

trainspotting.

Slumped on the curb

he stares at ants
congregating near his feet.
They’re curious about
his recent regurgitation
of stomach acids.

I wonder 

what ants would do
with a human degree
of consciousness.

I think
(hope) they would do
something other than
numbing it away with
alcohol and television.

I don't know why
it's so painful
to be conscious,
but I'd like to think
it's worth it.

naiad.

The Moon, lithe naiad

shining a smile for the night,

adrift with grains of fainter light.

She floats and waits, a lily pad

in an inverse sea of stars.

But her smile is a shadow,

and her light – sad reflections

of a far-off sphere;

a waxing, waning, white veneer.

roadside creatures.

entwined.

same ocean, different shore

I don’t want to write

about love anymore

each stanza a painful pleonasm

of how much I miss you

I'd swim the gulf

just to fall asleep once more

together, with knotted limbs

inhaling gentle breaths,

exhaling gentle snores

but for now, at least

I’ll answer midnight calls

half asleep, spewing slurs

across five hundred thirty-three miles

but entwined in futures