World One

A desert

a storm of stars

rides a wind in one hand,

a sanctuary for a broken fire

thrown only in the other-

for days yet unused.

A sky rises from the tide

clutching the seas,

one in each hand,

two eyes, sparkling stones

heavy as the ground. 

An empty heart, sunken

from the fleeing sky-

it waits, splinters

into clouds of quiet green

to flood the golden sand-

the fading shores of war. 

This is the golden eye,

fallen

when heaven became hell;

it knew every star,

every root of ice,

every heart of fire. 

Imagine (II)

Imagine if my hands were the wind,

My soul a water nymph, quicksilver fast

in a dance among thoughts,

My heart, a maid of the sun

lost in unending silks of light.

In my high castle amongst the clouds,

Cold with deep keystones of ice,

my own sky

in nets of crystal

a river of thinnest golden frost

running always over my lap-

The unripe sun pools on the ground,

The whole world light as a feather.

Forever, I'd weave the day, guard it,

Hold it close in the night-

A keeper of life in a sea of stars

on an island nearly lost,

An unending siege in a standstill.

Imagine (I)

Imagine if my hands could fly,

Plucking a world of liquid color,

shadow birds and butterflies

dancing behind each current-rose,

A different taste of pastel, each

touched by a blessed light.

Wide as the sea itself, I'd let it swallow,

Paint me as I change my threads below-

Some would catch in impossible stone

where even the seas come to rest-

in a place of perpetual ocean, left

asleep in drifting meadows beneath.

Tying my knots at the horizon,

I'd wash myself in sunset, a soft beginning

to the sweetest oblivion, yet to come-

To watch the sea, washed anew,

as I pull in another gossamer tapestry

from above the river of night.

Starry-eyed

To live in a place with a million stars,
Each, bold with colored fire,
Cut to burn eternally, however soft.

A million- touchable, real,
no numbers, once lost, no grief
To bear such a burden.

One million, and I will fly
Where no one can reach or grab me,
For this is the fall.