Night Moss

The beat of time runs fluid
Out here on the changing landscape
Polar north is the indicator of love
And we love with the mind's eye and the heart
A still pond mirrors familiarity
Something distant enters the scene
Among a rustling of branches
Under the quiet whispers of night
there is richness and beauty
Yet it seems to have little meaning now
Apart from filling in the gaps
Between antimatter and fortune
I have learned to live in ideal quarters
In the cabins of the mind
In the prominence of the night the lady sings a swan song 
We've only just begun we've only now arrived
We will always be early
And too long has it been since our last fatal kiss

The rivers bleed dry now
All that's left is a blanket of moss
Reconciling wounds
Draping the moonlight
Encapsulating the stars
Let the visitors in early
The play is at four
But there is no one here very famous
Except the eclipsing sun

Cadre

It was nightfall
The winter was about through with itself

A crooked branch hung like a claw
We've gone to great lengths to
conceal mysteries
Creation—how do we introduce ourselves
to infinity?
Midnight—the terrifying howl
of empty horizons
The ocean sweeps the shoreline
like a giant feather
We see nothing but positive and negative static
There are only so many gluons
in an ounce of steak
Everything is possible

Even the incomprehensible
The only question I keep asking myself is how to get
back inside the dream

We're Still Here

We're still here

Like a page torn from a book of memories

We're still here

Despite the anticipation and the fall

We're still here

Up to and and not including the steeples

We're still here

Lost in time's trapped cathedrals

Ode to the night

Ode to the day

Ode to surgery

We're still here

I am not a proper lady sporting
well in the complex

We're still here

And there are no more tribal melodies

Did I ever tell you

the strangest things are misdemeanors

But we're still here

Ever and always covalent bonding