L A T E

I love you like the moon when it's full and the sky is black, and the stars are bright, broken holes in the blanket of ebony. I love you like the halo of soft, misty light that surrounds the moon on the nights without wind, without clouds, without anything but breath. I love you like the distant crickets, chirping a childhood lullaby on a perfectly warm night. I love you like soaring specks of wheat rushing gently in a healing breeze. I love you like the music of the whispers of the wind, and the melodies of the water falling over age-smoothed stones. I love you like the moon when it is so yellow, so low, so close... you can almost taste the poignant richness of melting bliss. 

clear as gold

Born across the river from you

Born across the sea

Taking strides of wisdom
Faltering, shaking, ellipsis
Ongoing like the tides

The broken village of every footstep.

Fields of wheat

Of tall golden stalks swaying

Like a breeze of shining.

Laughter is every seed
That falls to it’s life
Revitalization.
Is this what we need

What we want

What we lead as our will
As our love

As our sacrifice.

Like secret messages kept in cherries

That go unblemished

Near the bottom of the day.

maybe we're all blackbirds sometimes

i guess this will probably be a little more formal than most. but then again maybe not. i mean, as far as my thoughts go, I've never even understood them, so to take a step and assume that someone else would i suppose makes me slightly idealistic, pretentious even. i guess i'm not sure how long love lasts, or how fast it can begin, but maybe i'll know if i listen to enough mainstream pop, since there are claims in such to understand this thing called love. in reality, all they understand is selfish lusts. and i pray, consistently, that i never understand. that. we can capitalize our entire lives, and name the letters with alternate memories... and still end up with absolutely nothing but a name. and what is a name, but a name? for a rose is still a rose, a girl is still a girl, a broken heart is still a broken heart, music is still music. and love will always still be love, even in various forms. and maybe the world looks at best friends and scoffs, saying there is greater romantic potential. but i disagree. i don't mind rocking the boat, but recently, i've realized that it's okay to keep it steady, as well. while some must escape areas of comfort to lead, i can be strong enough to escape my areas of comfort and follow causes that matter to me, and that I trust and believe in. a cause that forgives. that loves everyone. that thinks i'm beautiful. that is full of peace stronger than a storm. a cause that is always with me. a cause that loves color and is very imaginative. a cause that likes it when i tell stories, and never changes. a cause that is my father. a cause that is the source of every good in the universe. that is a cause worth rocking the boat for, a cause worth trampling my name in the dusty remnants of fame and fortune and saying yes. yes to love as pure as it can be, and yes to a time for everything. now... it is time to jump into these waters that appear to be ice cold. lets be polar bears.