Red Maya

"Ghosts are famous for laughing. Saints laugh. Angels laugh. Laughter is the sound of Heaven, I think."

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Location: Tulsa, Oklahoma, United States

Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt... When catapults are outlawed, only outlaws will have catapults.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

*~the rose~*
beyond the gate, Adam surrenders
as Eve turns to the sky to exhale
....................
I count the lonely hours without you
as I reach towards a graceless sky
ensnared in a garden beautifully wild and unforgiving
I find that I cannot escape you
the light has been given up to ghosts
and yet I feel you everywhere, all around me

driven under and blanketed by happiness
clean white sheets and high fives
laughter from deep within my stomach
you and the light dancing in my memory
seeing myself in your perfect eyes
inhaling your beautiful waves of green

I cried the first night we met
I still don't know why
I think that I knew before the beginning
knew in some way that you would come
its pitiful the way I mourn your absence now
and yet somehow mirth still pours down like rain

You have captivated me
bewitched me, body and soul
your love has melted the ice around my heart
healed me and made me see
that there need not be any barrier
between myself and the open sky

Monday, August 07, 2006

night

the conversation stops as another one enters
you leave the room, leave me to pick up the pieces
I am reminded of the rain, you braced for impact
and me dancing underneath a black sky
waiting for the signal fire,
so we can clear the ground to plant the tree in secret
waiting for daylight to come
dreading the highlight that falls on us from an unforgiving sky
lead me to the starlit canopy that shelters our faces
whisper to me, tell me that my secret dreams
are wrapped up inside of your soul
I hang from your eyes and I think
I could escape forever and dream the daylight away
to this perfect place where the darkness can protect us
I sleep inside your dreams and you echo in every corner of my being
how do I tell you how far I have fallen
how do I let daylight see me now
now that I have no choice but to be wrapped up in your arms
I cant leave it so easily and wish upon another star
you have covered me so completely inside the night
that the daylight no longer threatens to wake me