Tagged: mystery


I followed the spirals of the galaxy through the mirror of
your eyes-
a flight amongst the stars,
past the cold mountains of yesterday
pockmarked with the gashes and scars of their
floating in solidity and alone in a mass of
collective silence-
I drifted to the origin,
the rupture that began with a tremble,
the tremble that rumbled to a tremor,
the tremor that roared across the black
like a brush coated with a pigment as
red as the blush on your lips-
I flew to a fracture of the first second
and was blinded by the absence of time,
the absence of sound,
and the smallness of the moment encapsulated
within a grain of mystery-
I soared the spirals of the galaxy
within the comfort of your eyes,
a flight amongst the stars
and among the stone sentinels,
through to the origin and weaved
within the first breath-
I wondered what was beyond the wall*


Like ships laden with cargo, we voyage with packed holds
deep into the belly of the unknown,
an eager armada robust with the vigor of exploration
and the scintillation of mystery,
calm under the tremble of uncertainty and the
trickle of trepidation-
our nostrils flared and full,
lungs satiated with the rush-
what adventure awaits beyond the spray…
sea foam skies wash within the clouds like a high tide
still life,
intention spoken on letters of green and blue-
words without end, thoughts without aim,
swirling around our feet like the rushing sea,
our tale penned gently and tucked tightly in the bottle cast out
into the wide blue fields,
our souls forever woven in its ink*