I lie awake,
hours are sweet tonics
sipped like the moonlight.

In the middle of the night,
I slip out to stand on the porch
a full bodied reverence in the form of fear
rushed and spills over my feet
like the ocean tide foaming
and painting the edge of my clothes.

It’s brighter than day,
an intoxicating blue,
painted on the leaves
in the air
and between my fingers.

I reach out to catch,
reach out to wake myself up from something,
dare myself to step out further
and tremble when I do,
running through the diamond soaked grass
velvet forests growing up like marble columns

and chocolate owls calling to the moon
thrown to the streetlamp shadows
If I could dance, than here I would.
Opulence and silver speckled
silver dappled nights.

It’s daytime in the kingdom of the solitary
fireflies in June
fireworks in July
rain puddles in August
all of them shimmer
and disappear.

October is cool
so cold it hurt
take it into your bones
blend till there is nothing
let the shivers stop.

November and the leaves are all gone
bare branches reach up
hold up
the moon.

December and the glitter
is back
in snow
in decorations

ornate
the endless glimmers
if we are not immortal than let this moment be

the lonely, cold, world can’t love herself enough
but I can love the nights
race into the concrete sidewalks
pace through the wildflowers
and love her as the ice turns my finger blue

luminous as a dark cloak
as treacherous as it is alluring
stay
between the quiet, melancholy sky
pressed like old flowers
bleed me dry of color,
I’ll blend in with you.

no matter what I do
you will never change
no matter what I say
you will never change

exquisitely crafted
and I wonder if I might be able to bow
kiss the ground the night sweeps through
and follow them across the globe.

I’ve been afraid of the intangible
but come to see
it’s the inconstant, I should fear.

so crown her in a lace circlet
half parts dream
half parts frost.