Two Tides

There’s a pull from the moon,

As he’s smiling,

From the eyes

In the window of his soul,

There’s a mystery

He’s hiding, so beguiling,

Like he wants me

To swallow him whole,

So the light that he’s gathered

From the sun orb

Can be carried

Deep inside of me

And somehow, though

He’ll be trapped inside my person,

It will set our

Two tides free.

 

Perfect Disparity

Where he goes she follows still.

Quo vadis? This her way,

Though guidance lacks illumination,

Direction gone astray.

Dimly lit the forest path,

Crescent slits dark blue,

Myriad beacons lost in night,

Light years unfiltered through.

Stars above cannot conceive

Of empty hollow space.

Should she now lead where he may go?

Alternate human race.

Or side by side,

In step, in tune,

Guided by

Night’s brightest moon

And daylight’s orb;

Disparate norm.

Day and night,

In perfect form.

Imagination

Sheltered in secret,

Quiet nook,

Imagination

Peeps to look

At what lies

Way out there.

 

Monsters in their

Magic dens,

Fairies fluttering

And then,

Sparkles

Fill the air.

 

Peep some more,

To better view,

Believe in things

Only partially true.

Possibilities

Abound.

 

Now standing in

Fairy forest ring,

I know, feel all

And heart does sing

At glories

All around.

 

Come, take my hand, I’ll guide you there,

Flying rug of woven gold,

Close your eyes and hold on tight,

Fantasies unfold

In darkened,

Blessed night.

 

When moon departs, to bow to sun

And endless sleep is through,

Fragmented figments will abide,

Subconscious mind to view

In early

Morning light.