so from the ends of this world

to the gates of the next

we seek one another

as untethered kites in the wind

torn and battered in wild dancing

till we are laid out flat, spent,

on the evening’s  cool dewy earth

sometimes a man feels
like a planet without gravity,
watching its moons
spin silently into space
leaving him to drift helpless
in the cold and the dark

it is easy to believe
as the day fades
and the stale air presses
that the darkness
was the only thing that ever was,
the only thing that ever will be
and light was the dream
of a child now dead,
slain by the man he became
along with the wind’s whispers

under the pale milk moon
we pondered the eternal things
that hovered just out of reach,
those great lights that hung
beyond our comprehension,
teasing like neon glow fireflies
sparking in the dark as lures
to our ever hungry minds;
and in dark before these gods
the only thought is to kiss
in all humility,
it is all there is…it is all there ever was