The biggest window in my apartment

has a view of a concrete wall.

Disappointing, I know

but that’s life in the city, sometimes,

because once the sun goes down

the view gets pitch dark

and I can stare into the void

wondering what’s out there.

Imagining a view of something beautiful

a land without walls....

The moon

Loved by many

yet remains a lonely soul

partnerless

unlike the glistening stars

twinkling to eachother expressing their deepest desires

Loneliness is the moons curse

forever shining a cast of gloom over the earth

a cast filled with its silver tears

holes in its surface

Remains of how it was torn from its love

a cry of need

from the deepest part of its black surroundings

It ex...

**The moon ascends in silver grace,**

**A guardian in the starry space.**

**Its light spills softly on the ground,**

**A peaceful hush, without a sound.**

**The stars, like diamonds, fill the sky,**

**A thousand voices, silent, high.**

**They tell their stories, faint but bright,**

**In the tender embrace of night.**

**The breeze stirs gently through the trees,**

**Carrying with it ancient pleas...

My honey takes me to the cornfield in his red pickup

To show me the mirror peeking into Andromeda—

Her naked constellations,

Newborn planets

Suckling tenderly to her cosmic breast.

I wanted a creation of our own.

A celestial body that has my razor-sharp wit,

Words that cut men in half,

And the forgotten language he speaks with his eyes.

He tells me I’m the woman of his dreams

But his stars are ...

I spend most of my nights wandering.

I stumble to the places that bring back the moments we use to have together.

What an awful thought.

The Past tense of it all.

When did that begin to be the very thing that described us best?

Past tense.

We are no longer long nights with laughter and Moans that bleed into daylight.

Mornings filled with coffee and running late goodbye kisses.

Afte...

Stars in the sky

As the night passes along

Bats at night fly

But I can’t help but feel like I belong

There is a spark

That I belong in the dark

In the night I mean

That is what it seems

Never been a morning person

It seems for certain

The stars call out to me

The night decree’s...

The whispers only came in night

As if taunted by the darkness

Sneaking in between window panes

And under dark door ways

She came to love them

The moments of pain tensely caressing her ear

The shiver of hurt along her veins

All the moment she wasn’t besides all she couldn’t be

She spoke to them

And they whispered of moments yet to be

Of moments lost, of the hidden worlds lost

Every time she ma...

in shadows deep.
The owls awake, the foxes creep.
A symphony of distant cries.
Echo beneath the starry battered-black skies.

And in the dark, All thoughts slowly disappear.
All fears dissolve, all wrongs made right.
For in the hush of night, we find the peace.
That only night can bring, a release....

Like clockwork, my mood shifts as the night appears.

This rocky marriage of moon and mood has plagued me since I was just a boy.

Joy evaporates, and my mind prepares for war,

to fight these invisible, familiar, and persistent monsters.

They never miss their appointment, forever consistent.

Unfortunately, I know their presence—never original.

They attack my body through my shoulders, pinni...

Why do the owls hoot only at night?

Why do the coyotes howl with all theyre might?

Why do the crickets make noise with song?

Why do the stars show only at dawn?

But why does the moon shine during day?...