Overhead it beamed
like the fluorescent lights
of the life he was running away from
...
The air tastes different out here
The stream plays the pebbles like a harp
There is no line that separates the mountain from the valley
...
What does it mean to be human?
Forged in the hearts of the universe
A billion fragments of creation, woven into one existence
Children of the stars that envious eyes reflect
...
I searched through the clouds,
Behind the crystal throne,
Beyond the ivory gates that Peter first welcomed me through.
...
I would choose it all over you, my arranged bride.
I would dance in happiness,
relish in joy,
...
There she sat, clutching anxiously at her crutch-shaped glass.
Staring blankly into the forest of unnamed strangers.
She is a meek flower that loses its petals from an ocean breeze,
...
Perhaps if I could fit you in a jar,
no, a cage.
If only I could tie you down with ink to
a torn out page.
...
First I was a drop in your dead sea.
Next, a wave in your hurricane.
Then I was the rocks you raged against.
Now I am the clouds;
...
The Boy Who Chased The Moon
Overhead it beamed
like the fluorescent lights
of the life he was running away from
He pondered too long of its beauty
too long that it reminded him of its fleeting
He'd leap off mountain tops
to find himself in the valley
with nothing but a halo glow of hope
He'd run along the shoreline though the waves would wash each step
Blinded by the lighthouse
his tenacious eyes remained unfazed
As the moon kissed the horizon
a small smile met his face;
it was not that his hands would catch it
but that his legs would never cease to try