Tag: outerspace

Thursday

It will take me a minute or two
To process everything that I see
When my eyes open after I die
Is it outer spaces that behold
The lyrics to the song
Of the meaning to be told
Inner peace is all I need
It doesn’t feel like Thursday
Everything is eerily still
And the concrete sends
Echos throughout the town
With my feet quietly upon it
I scratch the surface of
A distance that is drilling
Dopplers of sirens in the background
Children screaming
The wings of birds are flapping
Much louder than yesterday
A spider to greet me in the shower
Roses and flowers still about
My front is facing north
My back is looking south
A woman dresses up her lawn
It doesn’t feel like Thursday

© GÄ

Archaeology

I want to make love to your voice
Nearly stardust in your chords
Grandiosity of creation
Alas not in a hurry for excellence
To be patient is to call out
To greatness

Like a lost tomb my heart
Lies untouched and undisturbed
By the chance of grave robbers
Heart stoppers and passion killers
To be dusted off by the echos
Of the most exhorted breath
Of love

Inside glimmering caves of hope
A buried light that was protected
For a journey into the outer realm
Of indicative miracles
There is a galaxy unhinged
By a romance that is promised to
Puzzle and cure us in
Strange and beautiful ways

Hands wrapped and intertwined
Bodies spooning and charged
In a metaphysical light
Our sound together as one breath
Inhabits momentary shelter
When bound together in ancient
Tether stretch and reach
Around the bend of
The last universe
Left intact with rosy splendor

Up down in out push
To reach you from behind
And carry you further than
The distance of a possibility for life
An existence filled with love
Excavated by your touch
I can once again
Feel love

© GÄ