i wanted to know the moon
every crater, every imperfection, every mark
so hollow and white
yet filled with days of experience
i became envious one night
of her need to be so far away but
see everything, still.
how she could never get bored, exist
only as a symbol and as a light source
and be

nothing
more.

caught between the sun and the moon
both become lost to me
and i find i am nothing more
than the vast and endless sky inbetween

Солта е (гора) иглолистна

Целогодишната истина

Чиито очи цветовете Ти не сменят

..*,

Salt is… (a forest) coniferous

Truth perennial

Whose eyes don’t ever shed your colors

She is but stardust

written across the skies

of haze and wanderlust

with wayfarer soul eyes.

Like ultraviolet rays,

she cannot be seen,

she reaches in waves

shinning in dark scenes.

Wish upon her,

this shooting star;

gaze upon her,

a celestial bell jar.

torn free from the ground of
pregnant ideas and withered
internal dialogues.

aloof in the face of destiny, crying
for refuge among the disowned,
the dismembered, the disinterested.  i
alone exist in the maelstrom of abstraction
crafted painstakingly through my ages
and seasons.

a mind as sharp as mine
to raise me without feathers
and place me
among the mulch.

i blanket my canvas with
woes and worries alike, neglecting
the foul-mouthed begotten son
arranged among the pillars left standing.

crooked trees and iced stone to
vibrate
through these ears of clay.  

i miss the days of youthful
ignorance and exuberant hope shot at my
future like a cannon of pride
and confidence.  

today the final summer flowers exhale
notes of sweet becoming, ever mingling
with the hum of nature's eternal embrace.  
the bodies celestial in ambiguity spin and
swirl in irrevocable sincerity.  from rise to
fall, through night and naught, the world
recurs again to weave itself anew.

Voyage through time
Infinite, spiritual wander
Passages, fading through space
Symmetry, shaping the constant

A broken ambition
Restored by the
Wondrous
Stars, emanating

A captivating
Scene of celestial
Origins
Worlds, separating

Dimensions split apart
Premonitions for art
Reflection equals perception

Face the unknown alone
Transposed become what's shone
Sewn in the fabric of space-time

I can not find
Peace

celestial ballet
heartstrings tear and dreams fray
a supernova painted across the skies
you only notice her as she dies