Moon Madness circa 2014

Pulling back tonight.
Put in the frame of universal truth
and relative influence of you and me
and the full moon promising to wow us all
only a spin away.

 
The moon will coax the tides at the least
and if you ask the triage nurse at the General downtown
you’ll hear wild tales of lunar provocation.

Super Moon - March 19 2011 Moments later the cloud

 
 

Is this moon madness of a sort? 
Surely the ebb and flow,
the constancy,
the drama reflected from this whirlpool
defy casual comparison with lesser icons.

 

What twisted star will confess
to trickery or cruel taunting
to have led you to me?
Which daughter of Zeus is laughing to see the wreckage of her joke?

The path we’ve walked is strewn
with the debris of thwarted hopes,
unanswered questions,
scorched sensibilities.
Distilling and sorting
tossing and keeping 
thoughts and words and feelings.

 

The woman,vulnerable, numb, suspended in time
stuck in a corner waiting for rediscovery,
Reawakened
jarring reminder  she was alive
 freshly aware of sexuality tightly wrapped
unfurling and open  to her suitor’s ardent overtures
responding to his promised masculinity in a way unpredicted by either.

 

The genie is out of the bottle 
whispering in their ears of forbidden delights
best kept corked.
Effervescence threatens to overflow
to drown them both
if passions recognized but not realized
are turned loose toward their goal.

 

Ambivalence prevails  thwarting the magnet’s pull 
artificial distractions offer temporary respite from planned action.
To their respective corners awaiting a signal never identified
yet known with primitive feelers
testing the waters tilling the earth
wound too tight …waiting.

 

Acting out
out of the box-looking for signs 
hanging on tight, clinging to past paradigms.
Would welcome the innocent shove of a grinning gremlin
nodding and knowing and waiting.

 

Doesn’t Have to

                    

It doesn’t have to be this way

unless we say it does

Balancing on the juncture of

always and nevermore

Clinging to dreams

born in our hearts

tethered by fragile cords 

subject to the whims of what heartless judge

 

 

Draw me paint me mold me

Be the master of my universe

as you are the keeper of all my dreams

Write our script with words of your choosing

born of desire and longing

Subject them to a brighter light

freely given gladly received

treasured truths unveiled.

 

You gave me puzzles

now give me answers

When your heart speaks to you

what does it say?

When your eyes are closed

and the world is still

as you hover on the brink of sleep

where anything is possible in a dream.

 

It doesn’t have to end this way

Unless we say it does

we are the navigators of our way

and the authors of our script

and the guardians of our dreams.

Eschewing the ordinary

rejecting the common wisdom

for an uncommon destiny.

The Right Thing

When I can look into your eyes
brush my fingertips across your cheek
and breathe in your reality
only then will I know 
the right thing to do.
Right for you
right for me
and throw off doubts and questions.
 
Plans are presented in black and white
limited to logistical concerns.
Our unknowns will flounder
beyond the scope of micro management
to be revealed and resolved
at a time and in a manner 
subject to the pressures of fate.
 
I will succumb to the power of the tide
and not fight the errant wind
If that is where my inner muse directs me.
No script to follow – I’ll listen to my heart.
No finger wagging critics – internal or external
to censure 
And I’ll know it is right.
Hummingbird enjoying breakfast