Sleeping With The Night's Seas Cry Poem by gregory collins

Take me on your flight bird of prey,
float me above the doom of the last poet

reading the last poem. Like the entire sky
beats off into a fire of night stars with your wings

and touches itself along a cool and swollen highway.
Where we are driving into its dark womb.

My ears what you soul fights to explain. My eyes
the tides of the moon to their fullest,

and your heart having that opportunity
to mercilessly crack and break.

As i include it into my dreams, where i am going
into the dark side. As i have just seen the bottom,

and i consecrate the copulation of the sky
with my soul slightly open, unafraid if a dead person laughs.

Unafraid as my salt wind goes ashore,
and dawns sun rises up holding herself with her hands.

Wearing out after one glimpse this child of mine.
This man that is begging the gods, to spend

the whole day hopelessly gazing. Tears shed
in large drops, and that divines retirement.

That that descends from heaven, and doesn't follow my heart.