Blue Moon

WE align like galaxies colliding you and I.

In an explosion of chaotic inevitably.

I love to feel the glow of your planetary eyes as you look at the camera.

It’s as if you are seeing through it and are aware only of me.

That is the fantasy I tell myself and I am led back to the sweetness I will always remember you by.

Although you are not part of my physical life, in my dreams there are crystal gates that create portals for our companion.

But I so wish I could just walk by your side, where you could experience my scent of jasmine and patchouli.

The exquisite questions I have for you are boundless, however, you would only view them as a burdensome turn from beauty.

I don’t care.

I would never turn you away, for you... you who holds the Sun in your bare hands, are the answer to my life.

You awaken me and inspire me to breathe and create beyond this world.

In a place where the Angels bless-ed grace, keen the temple of my heart.

In the place where I end and you begin.

But the beginning is the end.

And you will always turning circles on me and then we never ending up quite where I expected.

Just like a game of cat and mouse, I follow and you run as quickly as you can.

But I know, within the deepest chasams of my intuition, one starry night when the Moon is blue, we will scratch our heads in wonder of what had happened.

And while Jupiter will go direct, it will all get too much.

You will turn away again looking for another way to believe in the lies of separation that never were and never could be real.

But with a circle bing a circle, it is all for naught.