Reclaiming starlight

 

I sit and I count the stars,

one for every dream I let drift,

one for every hope I missed,

one for every blown kiss

I let float from my grip.

 

A constellation formed

of moments I wish I could re-live.

 

And I watch out over the silence of night.

Heart lodged tight in my mouth.

Try as I might to swallow it,

down, a bitter pill sits,

a lump in my throat, a stone,

a memento of love that couldn’t

ever grow.

 

Why do fairytales have

so many stings in their tails?

 

Where do lonely boats go

when there is no water to sail?

 

if I give my heart, what if it is too frail?

 

I watch reality strip away.

 

A crumbling sky leaves no hope in sight.

 

What if it all starts to fail?

Do I still have enough inside?

 

I let the questions fall to my feet.

For no answers wait on that lonely pathway,

and the needle of time skips a beat,

a song playing on repeat, as reality sews itself

into a beautiful tapestry.

 

And I watch out over the spellbound night.

Her magic dusts a new pathway in sprinkles.

So instead, I search for the heartbeat

inside, and I dance to the rhythm of time,

over the dancefloor she has laid out for me.

 

And I let my arms reach up high,

for I see in my mind’s eye, an answer.

Love is everywhere,

love is the song in the air,

love speaks delicate whispers,

love catches you when you fall.

 

And I grab and I pluck back every tear,

I take back every moment of fear,

every swollen river of hurt,

every painful memory.

 

And now I reclaim the stars.

One for every dream I let drift,

one for every hope I let fall from my grip,

and I fold them into origami swans,

let them float 

across the lakes of my heart.

A waterway of art

where boats are free to sail.

Moth to the moon

 

Your name

lives at the top

of my lungs,

framed in gold,

tied in ribbons

to my heartstrings.

I wish to speak,

but every word

would leak truth upon

the breath of the wind,

creating rainbows in vows

of love that go on.

 

And your face must be

tattooed to my eyelids,

for every night

I close my eyes

and dream of your smile.

That pretty mouth

and sweet gaze, those

luscious locks of hair.

Those open waves,

and I'm lifted away,

to drift upon

an ocean

until I wake.

 

And like a moth

to the moon

I want to fly to you,

the gravity pulling my wings,

and the light showing

a way home,

and I'll roam the night

to feel your light coursing

through my blood.

And like a wolf I howl,

only the sound

that sings out

is your name,

of course.

Butterfly wings in rainbow rain

 

Have you ever felt a butterfly wing

kissing your cheek? Velvet heartbeats.

 

Have you ever felt the shining light

of a star fleeting across your lips?

Silver rivers reflecting rainbows.

 

The hand in the moonshine, held around

your waist, the sunlight upon your spine?

What about the rise and fall of a wave as

hearts bound through space? The taste

of revelation, the prophecy of fate.

 

Have you ever felt the song of a long

distant world, as it curls its silken strands

around your soul?

And the fingers of love that slip

between your own mystified digits,

to create harmony? Unity.

A gentle stroking as they try to unleash

the genie in your heart,

the one that grants love.

 

Well, I have,

in my most vivid dreams.

In the destinations of love and devotion,

In the waves of memory's melodies.

I’ve embraced a twilight cloudburst

through needful eyes.

I've felt the floating truth of a cosmic sunrise

rippling over mosaic oceans of endless possibilities.

Every hand of every clock

high fiving you to say today is the day.

 

I've felt the soul of the earth coating my boots.

 

And the cards that were laid out for me

spelled a name in the stars, a buttercup heart,

and I took that word and set it aflame,

so, the embers would dust over the land

in crystalline rainbow rain.

For every heartbeat has touched

the softest satin sky. Every wait

as I gazed up to see a shooting star,

and the time was well spent,

exclaiming her beauty.

 

But I've also felt the heavy weight

of a heart crushed to the core,

I've felt the clay of hate, cling tightly,

dragging my soul to the floor.

The swerve of the wind avoiding

letting you in to her sweet embrace.

I've felt rivers chase

fallen stars upon my face.

I've tasted the lips of demons,

believing angels were singing.

I've felt the brick wall of love leaving.

I've felt the sting of a million needles

pushed into a doll of me. And I've felt the abyss,

the void of emptiness that collapses around me,

popping hope out of existence in a puff of smoke

and a discordant, plinking piano key,

sucking me deep into nothing space,

where all I can do is amble aimlessly.

 

But I never let myself become bitter,

sourness won't ever poison my river.

For I felt a butterfly wing kissing my cheek,

and the song the angels sing, sung by angels

once those demons were gone.

And I heard the next note that the piano played,

and it held on so beautifully

as the walls crumbled around me.

And I saw the light shining so strong, so tunefully,

and I will hold that light high, to become a beacon

for us to dance along to

as the warming rainbow rain falls.

A watercolour of happiness.