eyes

sprinkling star dust
like sugar i look up
and wonder
what makes the night so enchanting
is it the ever changing
shape shifting positons
or the knoweldge of
watching the past
before more
leaving me breathless and panting

the white stars shine bright
but they are not what i see
i look at the beauty of the night
its the darkness that i seak
for without the black the white would be
simply a dot without a glimmer
it is the black that surrounds the
stars that let them dance and shimmer

and i wonder if your eyes are
like the skies
and its the darkness in which i seak
its not the blue skies
within your eyes
but the wells of darknes
that comfort me

saul - esque part II

Children of daughters without fathers
follow the piper and me
without seeing the cloud of chaos
that lies in front of the
sea of nameless faces,
they stair back at me
I am no leader but I am
less lost
than thee

So let us follow the yellow
birch road to where
the wild things roam
lay in the sea of tranquility
and let the children free

They find their names carved
in hearts on the trees
I want to find love beneath
their shoes and let them slip
on the lust of longing
for anything but
loneliness

saul-esque

The little girl with fire for eyes sees
tornados in the eyes of me
she tells me what I should do
find father time and tell him
the remedy for all
time is not healing these wounds
they are starting to scar
and mother nature isn't listening
being drowned out by the cars...