all of this

creation, here and now.

I feel the way i do because

I HAVE TO

it is amazing and miserable,

in so many lacking terms, to

quantify what it is this light

within brings to me, to you

in days passing in time

"coming, the end so near

i can not fear, i live

I LIVE

i BREATHE

and it is

beauty.

Birth is wonderful

In its sickening thaw, winter melts away.

Sidewalks in ice, grass on delay.

The full moon wanderer,

he knows the brisk of dawn.

Awake and awakening.

filth left from the frozen cleansing.

I know i said i wanted to grow up,

but along the way i was taught i would never get to the top,

so in my middle ground, my lukewarm valley,

i learn the meaning of hello, and goodbye gracefully.

i am just a homesick child

knowing of my home deep within

fading, slowly

Because i am supposed to say i love you

forgive me for this love that i lust for

when breathing becomes divest

i place my heart within that of creation

to have this lucid mind burdened

with such a taste for something

one becomes insatiable

in time self mourning

in the absence of

that taste

of flesh

of cloaked lover

morning coffee

naked corners

of doorways

pulling blankets

midnight water

mostly tired thoughts

of time passing