Ghost

Even though you said I didn’t fail
Inside it still feels like I did often times
Winnowing out the grains of my soul
I have a sadness to behold
My head will not be buried
As the ostrich of the Miocene
I wear my burdens nobly so
Though not as a mark of achievement
But rather a scar to indicate
How I could be better
There are no shadows wide enough
To cover my human mistakes
Which now air themselves about
Like retired dandelion wishes
Suspended freely in the sky
We can also save ourselves
But we cannot always save the world
Behold the light in my eyes
Can you visualize how deeply I loved
Interpret this from celestial perspectives
From above my forehead is a map
And our voices are magnified
Now a ghost in the tunnel
Traveling vocals in between
You speak my name and
I come running to be seen
Once again by you
In my earthly state of being
My journey is yours
Send out the signal

© GÄ

Message in a Balloon

I will praise you
With an upright heart
Few of us are capable
Of such prowess
When clipped by hurt
The clench of pain
Tightens our sacred eclipse
Still the conscious craftwork
Your heart manifests
Into a spell like balloons
Tied off with just one twist
Filled with glitter
Secret letters
And a kiss
Paints a picture
In my mind of what
Our hands
Could write
A story to tell about
The scripted paragraphs
We measure out
Courage in our ink
To love one another
Like a journal of strength
Traveling across
The aquamarine sky
In a wellspring of air
Quietly before anyone exposes
Our coveted affair
The automobile of our
Delicious lack of despair
Sandwiched by compassion
While a sort of helium
Fills each one to suck out with envy
By a pack of chipmunks

Blown up by our wellspring
That now floats away
Into the next village
Hanging over the
Sparkling sea of ourselves
Reflected in a tensionless
Inner explosion
Free and ready to pop midair
Bunched into a crew of ribbons
Dangling in a union
Above the swords of life
Suspended justly before the
Cataclysmic cast
Of crystal quartz rainbows
Speckled skyline beams
Unshakably likened to our love
The archetypal couple
Who’s there guiding
The boat with you if
You’re missing an oar?

The riddle asks—
I know an alligator
That’s willing to meet us
At the mouth of the bayou
Even if our arms should steer
Us out to where
Our muddy messages landed
Our handwritten
Desires will be unfolded neatly
In the shape of all our dreams
If we forgot what we wrote down
Seamlessly streaming
Bobbing up and down
In the blue water of my eyes
Flowing into
The silent song of yours brown
Lovingly long expressions
Captured in the
Castles of our clouds
Laid out on our backs
Sweating out
The musky array
Of yesterday
Mud caked are we
On display
Begrimed in sweet love
Would we be free?

© GÄ