Monday, January 22, 2018

No Moon Empty Sky

Sun slides across sky
Sky slides across sky 
Horizon unties itself 
Sea falls up
Blue in blue in blue in blue
Ripples flow over and under into and through each other 
weaving transparent webs that catch the wind’s reflection 
Love’s memories echo from nowhere 
From everywhere 
Not lost 
Not found 
Shoes dance on the terrace 
Mirrored skirts swirl 
Light cannot see its own face 
No words can paint this edgeless emptiness 
Vast beyond vastness 
Empty beyond emptiness 
Beyond a word 
Like love 
Like you 

Scintillating spaciousness whirls and kisses you on the mouth 
Where was that other half of a kiss I longed for 
It was closer than my own lips 
My own song 
It was never mine 
No one gave it 
No one received it 
It was never about me.


She roamed the empty streets
Lonely jazz clubs 
Looking for the perfect note
Some soared through her heart 
Others led her to the edge of the sea.  In her darkness, tomorrow’s day dream beckoned from the edge of no tomorrow.  

She dove into the depths that washed the bones from her hair.  She surfed into and drowned in her own reflection.  She drifted into her own loneliness and collided into her empty shores. 

I sat and watched my shadow burn. 
Echoes of nothing sing this chorus.  
Waves without a crest or furrow, this wetness streams through me as me and sings.


No moon empty sky. 
No dawn will fill the vacancy in your chest.  No words will the soothe the vastness of sorrow or erase your longing for freedom.  

Carpet of day slides into view. How wondrous the morning glory covered with dew!  How beautifully the wind caresses your softness!  The love you were seeking created a path that had no end.  Trying to erase your sorrow painted it across the sky.  Trying to escape the walls built them.  

Cricket song recedes as night slips on its day time clothes.  You find yourself dancing without fear of darkness or hope of light.



Waterfalls of memory slide into your crumbling footsteps that dance on the edge of time.  Echoes boomerang   across the cliffs and catapult words and phrases that cannot catch even a wisp of a shadow you spied dancing behind the mirror.  You ran and ran as the edges began to collapse yet the imaginary distance could not be crossed.  You roared, and no one answered.  You wept and found only a beautiful wetness.  

Perhaps you are a beautiful reflection, with no solidity at all?  All encompassing transparent brilliance has pierced your heart.  You bleed into yourself.  


The frame dissolves as the edges fall off the painting 
Colors bleed into themselves 
There is no ghost inside this body 
Just a flowing watercolor dream painted by scintillating neurons
Nouns my bones 
Verbs my flesh my feeling my dance of wet in wet
Space in space 
scattering syllables rippling memories and thoughts of future
A timeline 
Braided ropes of air 
Hangs suspended in sky 
No ladder no bridge no compass no bridegroom no promise no hope will lead to an imaginary destination of being real 


picking flowers 
ashes bloom in her mouth 
the kiss of her own transparency  

Velvet space 
Thinner than light 
This utter vacancy has no outside 
Nor inside 

no one left 
No one followed 
No one returned 


Sunlight chandeliers fall through the tall dark forest.  Illuminating a dead leaf spinning, a path strewn with memories and hope.  Birdsong echoes, waltzing with your breath your heart beat as you pause, 
Suspended as the hush.  

Thought paints a dreamscape of this and that.  Colors slide into view.  Sound shimmers on the wind.  So wondrous how there seems to be someone singing these very words that slide through your thought stream that colors the world that you think of as yours. 

Thought twists and twines weaving a bower of clouds where you can rest and feel safe.  It may hold you for awhile, but for some the pretense becomes thin, and the cradle falls.  You know there is no next, you know that there are no handholds in this slippery slide of life.  You know that life is more marvelous than you could ever dream or wish for... what holds you back... what are you waiting for? 


Wind carried her to the edge of no tomorrow and collided with the end of dreams. Sails collapsed under the weight of nothing.  Rainbow iridescence slid down the canyon walls and gathered in pools of echoes.  Under the shadows, not even darkness, inside the inside, not even outside waited for nowhere.  No one waited for no one.  Ravishingly devastatingly wondrous this utter vacancy that swallowed the wind and roared.   

Under her nakedness not even darkness, under this brilliance not even a reflection, beneath her song, not even emptiness.  Infolding outfolding waves of sound unraveled tattered canvasses of light, her wingless feathers soared, love ripped wide open, raw naked and alive.   


He drove all night looking for his echo and found himself on the threshold between forever and never weeping. 

Sun slid through its own reflection. 
Behind the kitchen door 
A moon Lilly blooms 
Laughter at sea



There is nothing behind the looking glass 
Looking 
Nothing under these words 
Writing 
Nothing before or after this very song that sings itself 
Echoes of echoes 
memories reverberate
reflections of reflections paint thoughts of tomorrow 
nothing stays 
there is no solidity 
There are no things 
less than ephemeral beyond all ideas of emptiness the great vacuum sucks out your breath your song your heart in utter wonderment.  


Empty stone 
Empty sky 
Empty heart 
Drained of the blood of belief 
Empty love 
Feels like love eviscerated you
Ravished you 
Emptied you 
Emptied emptiness 
And filled your empty shoes 
Emptiness dances 
Love dances 
In you as you through you 

This love song was never about you


Moonlit long shallow waves 
sweep the sand 
greet themselves 
in and out 
hello goodbye hello 
Disappearing and reappearing 
This kiss was never lost 
It cannot be found 
You hear it 
You felt it 
You are it 

Empty of moonlight 
Empty of shadow 
Empty of wetness 
Simply this edgeless sea of dreams 
Caressing itself 



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