The Night We Were Up

There’s nothing like stars

On a cool summer night

The instant is ours

And wonder seems right.

 

The crickets are playing

Their constant old tune

Beckoning us, saying

‘Dance up with the moon.’

 

The wind starts to hurry

The leaves beat the air

Caught up in the flurry

We float and don’t care.

 

With wordless invites

Our hands meet and twirl

Watching small, soft lights

Just me and this girl.

 

The moon climbs with us

Silhouettes as we fly

Gently waltzing and thus

We’re entrancing the sky.

 

At last we sink low

And alight on a tree

That night, as you know

The stars set us free.

No Need

What have you shown?

There’s a mound of doing

That needs a lot more mass

Before it’s you they’re pursuing.

 

What have you wrought?

If you can’t pull weight

Go back to the beginning

Or pull a Picasso and create.

 

What have you chosen?

Is your life an upheld model

Because of what you’ve avoided

Or for your acts of inherent boldness?

 

What will you be in legacy?

It started in mother’s pain

It’s the yoke upon your shoulders

Learn to push, it’ll be your gain.

Thematic

Life, for all its whims,

Is really just friends, family,

And circumstances

There's A Certain Something

Hallowed as love is,

No one who possesses can

Truly explain it

Wrecked

The ship slowly fades into view

Sputtering flames protrude outward

The typical death of an era

Only one man can be heard.

 

The tattered remains of his clothes

Are buffered in the flitting winds

He cries out in the name of God

Cursing, confessing his sins.

 

If God does in fact hear him

He hasn’t dared speak out

The dark ocean rolls onward

Enveloping any hope hanging about.

 

The man loses volume and will

Collapsing in the natural fashion

Of one sorely alone in his world

Splayed out, dreaming of passion.

 

He hears his wife whispering

From another far-off dream

As the ship sinks down below

Smoldering from every beam.

 

The harsh graying skies awaken him

His skin is a chapped, dry drum

The days and eons blend together

As the deep resounds its endless thrum.

 

Fiery visions are given forth

Echoing through memory and fate

The inevitable is fought off again

Fighting not to be pronounced late.

 

The thirst and stomached pains

Burst forth and convince him

He cries out now to his son

“I’m so sorry, my dear Jim!”

 

Taking the deepest of breaths

He throws his eyes up above

And casts himself out and aloft

Sinking into infinity, thinking of love.