Thursday, August 30, 2012

Why the moon is rarely blue

Are people still killing
dying for the things

that men made?
I've lost touch
I read too much
write poetry in the shade
I've been observing
how gentle the light
is with the darkness
Familiar like soulmates
its never a bit awkward
actually its beautiful
how they collaborate
they dip their paintbrushes
into a rainbow
look at each other
as if their's is a secret
only they know
see you in the morning
a kiss as they go

my dear universe manifested