She Dances in Dust February 7, 2008 Layers of paint with a thick fresh smell Like fruit, perhaps apple sound like echoes of glossy sound Honey dripping and modern bitter Each wall stretches into corners Little spider domes of drywall silk reaching skyward and flattening under The weight of the light Frequencies unheard by mankind Tossed from the lips of a star Haphazardly drawn into maidens of Legend and beauty and war Celebrated in perfect imperfect columns Etched by years of devotion Each relief carved with a prayer building tributaries of reverence In the stone with a chisel Stretching, back to the altar Burning beneath a window In the captured sun So she dances in dust, Rivulets tumbling over handmade rocks and trees, bending and churning into fabric shapes Wavelengths of colourful faith Stream back into shadow Mimicking the queen of the mountain Away from an open box Glitter covered cloth covers the floor Dull to eyes as it caps the abyss Holding in the nebula of a room Where laughter takes on form And walks on two legs Penance inhabits the temple of candles and soundwaves Bringing in the news of a world Somewhere outside the sanctuary Never farther from the pulpit forgetting and remembering the goddess So she dances in dust I Only Saw You Dive February 8, 2008 You never get caught, even though you spin out of time. No nets ever held you down to drown. The rocks and the waters don't know your name. You wanted them to listen, once. I never saw you fall; I only saw you dive. You never came back to the surface for air. The wind stole you away, kept your heart like a pearl between two shells that smiled. Sacrilege and explosions never changed your mind, You stayed above the wave. You escaped from crowds and time. The rust broke the beam burdened by a promise it would not confide, so the clouds parted to let the sun sing the tale. Shine was the sign I was looking for, spilling across the surf, starting the earthquake that I needed to crumble, so I could fill the cracks with rubble. I listened to thunder in the fault lines. We left scratches across the spine of a mountain, so stubborn it stayed tall through erosion. I only saw you dive. I had to die to hold your hand, but I learned the truth as I withered. I understand why your music is a secret. We Were Dreamers February 11, 2008 I have spun into foxtrots and daffodils Bring me a spark so I can look into the sun, without being tied down by its light The wind is my friend, but it walks hand in hand with my foe, so ice chills me and kills all the butterflies We used to spiral into quasars We lost count of how many times the mushrooms looked like ivory The halo of a galaxy looked like the crown, of a fairy king Knots of muscles and tangles of hair follow our own great Hunt The hounds in our hands and stars in our eyes never seem to slow us down We can fly uphill or downhill I am condemned and you are frostbitten I painted you a picture, but the jury didn't like it The judge wants to hang me for a thief I never told them about you, even though you were my partner in crime The noose waits for you because you tie it My lily is drifting on the river Your lotus is swaying in the alley, where I said goodbye to happy endings The rain made up with me when princes wouldn't I wanted to give you a waltz You only knew how to samba, so we ran until we didn't instead When I was a mournful wolf's howl, you didn't call back I don't want to lose my queen, but entropy keeps pulling us apart I was a slippery equation, and you were a sharp acid We balanced perfectly We stopped believing in fantasy, so we fell We were both really dreamers all along, but we forgot how to sleep so there wasn't another nebula prophecy Your courage saved me from myself when our Heaven turned to Hell If my hope can burn bright enough, I will keep you warm It only works if you will let me touch you Open this constellation Let me in Reason Ship May 28, 2008 Shaking and trembling to stop my mind from following smoke ring trigonometry and sundials in technology Pass-time, to dim the sun Backline, to tame the crowd Remember that there's nowhere to run Don't forget that you're praying way too loud Fade me into the twilight Drag me from my wakeful eyes' spotlight Jailbreak into a nightmare In life and death what's done is done is fair Quaking and wandering My reason ship is foundering Shadow fraction prophecy is promising me bright mercy Get high, to lose the time Bye-bye, to mystery Open up-don't lose yourself in crime Wake on up, there's hope in history Fade me into the twilight Drag me from my wakeful eyes' spotlight Jailbreak into a nightmare In life and death what's done is done is fair Leave your dreams behind for sanctity Sarcastic Siren June 22, 2008 Who do you want to be? I have watched you try on eight dozen hats; Go from pumps to boots to trendy flats, but never are you satisfied with one face. You have told me naught that is right or sound; Only one thing is right and true I've found, together we know unicorns are real. Words stick in our still mind, unfettered; We go on dreaming so undeterred, together, but never are you so inclined as to grasp me. I take my solace in shared concrete; Sinking in the river, dragged by our feet, but I should kick free of you, siren. You are not a maiden, nor am I, It makes the punishment very wry, neither of us able to collar the glowing beast.