Inception
For a sense of profound protection,
I’ll keep my eyes from yours & repeat:
“Don’t mistake those oncoming lights
For a rarefied solar flare.
And don’t mistake a solar flare
For an insurmountable sign from God.”
Because star-crossed Lovers aren’t special.
Each day, thousands pass like vessels in the night.
This is what I keep telling myself,
To keep things confined – “playful & light.”
Sequence
To sustain universal balance,
Requires a life cycle without my disruption.
Catastrophic tidal waves on the Earth
Are catalyzed by events beyond our control.
Exploring the other side of the moon
Could result in disaster, destroying us both.
The answers we’re looking for,
Aren’t written in the eyes of another.
Better artists have tried to find them there,
And fell short, without reprieve, as they suffered.
Golden
Out of reverence for the greater good,
I’ll shield myself from the glory.
What happens when the constellations
That once brought us home;
Inspire consternation
And short-term reluctance to return?
A picture that once eclipsed all doubt,
Is now questioned & set to ignite.
Is the light actually beginning to burn out?
Or just overshadowed by a flash from one beautiful night?
Remnants
To ascribe meaning to misfortune,
I conjure conviction from chaos.
As expiration becomes real,
And the dust begins to settle.
The remnants that grace my fingertips,
Will be everso graciously held.
And if that implosion never happens,
And the universe continues steadily,
I’ll wish the best upon your lucky stars,
And admire your brilliance from afar.
For you. For me.
For all those gazing.
