Sunday, February 28, 2010

The angel sings when the stars pop

180 degrees upward,
tilt your head

A flutter of wings may stir inside
as the asterism of Ursa Major broaches the night sky.
Clusters of glowing dust may just have ignited the incentive of jewelry;
the way
they dance and sparkle
could have sparked the first necklace...
ever in history.

sip, sip, stir, sip, one more stir...
this cup of joe just is not doing it.
The tremble of my sleepy hand
carries the carafe past the stream of morning light.
Oh, the heavens of this daylight...
maybe a different roast will just do the trick.

Sometimes the daylight only brings on
a certain hibernation:
not so sleepy.
almost awake.

Oh, Ursa Major,
make my night my day.
My carafe may be in pieces
but I shan't care more.
I am awake!

What is thy potion?
I ask the cosmos in vain.
Threads of wonder weave into a rope.
An anchor lies at the end.
So, onward and upward...
bend your neck backwards
and tilt your head upward
180 degrees.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Just like an adhesive

Have you ever thought
of flesh
as a form of adhesive?

It is so the truth
as the sun meets the horizon,
I sense a great relief
for that sleep is near.
Maybe be it the glow of night
that aspires the adhesive to loosen
just enough.

Creatures of the night,
creatures of the day,
creatures of the same adhesive:
Different drives,
different lights,
different approaches,
yet the same creatures.
How very interesting.

I love the daylight
as I love the moonlight.
Still, a certain freedom stands about the night.

If anything,
it is like a little bit of freedom
from the sear of daylight.

Valid or not as a rhetoric,
there is a power about the night.
It loosens the adhesive
allows a bit of freedom.

Put this in any light you like.
It is the nature you breathe
and bring to create.