Between Galaxies And Spaceships

There are blissful cradles

In  the spaces that fill

The gap between our beings

In those instances when fiction becomes reality

It is instinctive

The need to calm a volcano with our

Imaginary seas

There are galaxies within beings

Stars protruding in a three-D sort of way

Contribute to the glamour

The mask we apply in the sunlight

Only to welcome the moon in its removal

Only simplicity brings peace in the vast abyss

Seek not to build a galaxy

Do you not know there is comfort where there are spaceships?


Believing In Storms

If heaven exists
Does it know that you rain?
Like falling, scattered stars
I had wished upon in lost and quiet nights

If heaven has a name
Could I call it by yours?
Could I hold you
Like clouds cradling the secrets of our existence?

If hell were inevitable for me
Would you use your tears
To calm the scorching flames?
Could I call on heaven for mercy
By calling out your name?

Would you reign the rain clouds?
Would you save me?
Slave me baby, but… don’t play me
For Juggler’s luck
Is only temporary and
Fickle fingers frighten fast
when a temple faces danger then
My heart puts up eager walls
As well as unshakeable bars
Post an outburst of anger.

Neither heaven nor hell exists
Would you help me build a Kingdom?
Will you plant gardens with my hands?
Would you be brave enough to stay?
To face the storms
Would you take your final breath with me?