Waiting...

The moon has recently become my best friend.

A witness to my tears and smiles,
ear to my thoughts,
companion to my silence.

In the middle of the night
with coffee scalding my tongue
and a cig burning my lungs,
when the moon shines the brightest
or hide behind wisps of clouds
we stare at each other.

Does sadness add to your light?
Do you draw brightness from people's gloom?
I wondered.

I guess it's nice to be up there.
Where you get to see everyone.
Does being up there mean you're closer to God? or the angels? or Cupid?
If so, do you tell each other's secrets?
They probably mentioned him in passing.
Can you see him? Is he alone?
Can you whisper something to him?
Can you tell him I'm waiting for him?

Here, tonight
with coffee scalding my tongue
and a cig burning my lungs

As I do every night
with you.

Eye to Eye

I. Well, hello.
How do you do?
It has been a while
Hasn't it?

I know
For in the dark recesses of space
We met
Our hands touched
More so
Your hands touched my heart, unknowingly
My hands groped for yours in the shadows,willingly

II. You anger me
As much as i know
Not even a fig or strand
You seem to look right through me.
Hot, liquid pride
Drives me to fight
to challenge
To rise against you
But I couldn't
For you were too high.
It angers me
That your words
Could easily give life, meaning
To concretize,
Solidify
What i could nott even recognize
I have
i feel

I want to be your equal
But one in tattered clothes
Must not stand near
a beloved sage
enveloped in blinding light

One can only hold
Its head for so long
To revere
One as enthralling as you

And there with those of sapience
I bid you farewell
silently
longingly.

But when time comes
We both stand on the edge
Moonlight outshining you
I will rise once again
Inpertinence be damned
This time
Eye to eye
That you will see me
Behind these tattered garbs

III. My heart is laden with desire
But from where I stand
People do not see
Shackled feet

I bear the grief of many
And the love of one
They handpicked me
She sought me out
They have my eyes and my mind
She has my lips and my hands

But alas!
She who turned her back on me
With light shining in her eyes
strong
powerful
desireable
She who hides behind torn clothes
She walks away
With my heart

But when time comes
We both stand on the edge
With the same light
In your eyes
These bindings be damned
This time
Eye to eye
That you will see me
Behind this blinding light