All the Churches

all the churches in the world
can’t preach enough to me,
to verify a creator,
a godly overseer.

i like my facts and figures,
my scientific proof,
don’t try to convince me,
you will only waste precious breath.

no evidence you choose
can hold up in my court;
my stance is firmly immovable,
go take it somewhere else.

and then comes distant mystery:
man before without a face,
wandering into field of vision,
heaven in human state.

hair that waves as silk
upon an angel’s lofty head
eyes of darkened cosmos,
silver flecks of stars embed.

traveling gaze drops to lips,
those pillows of pure divine…
imagining mine own upon them,
melting in lost time.

unprepared for hearing —
your voice sang just two notes,
one for me, one for you,
yet together sang a chorus.

you are my enigma,
the proof i can’t deny:
you with universe in your eyes,
the sole reason

i believe.

~ Emily C.,

3.23.18

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The Song of Science

i can see you waving
from Mars

your empty wheelchair floating
to endless abyss beyond

free you breathe and unbound you dance
and here we are, left to grasp

the voice of a genius brain
once silenced, now echoing

into the cold cosmos:
singing the song of science
to any and all

you scrawl
a theorem into red dust sand
for the next explorer
soon arriving
on the waves of your thoughts

we will carry on
searching,
celebrating the next big bang
for you,
and knowing
you have been

released from prison
freedom attained
leaving earth
your star
remains

~ Emily C.~

RIP Stephen Hawking

3.13.18

What Messages

what messages the sky writes,
how we often ignore,
how they linger up above,
how far — how far we blindly go

before we tilt up downcast chins,
only awaken in raining verse?
when everything else dissolves;
when nothingness — the only force.

adrift in blackened matter,
calligraphic tomes stars etch
in speckled comet tails, we sputter,
ashore, we run our forlorn hearts

when all space becomes horizon,
stories told fall to scattered dust,
as fire burns to moon sand
and oxygen breathed expires.

what message the sky writes,
how quickly we seek to forget?
how now to fall awake asleep,
oh how we dream until death.

 

~ Emily C.

1.8.18

Pull

Raindrop ticks like a clock
Regular in its rooftop beat
Gently tocking seconds drip
Marking time as eyes drift to sleep

In morning light the day will wake
And so dissipate sound sleepers’ dreams
The liquid hands tomorrow will brake
Leaving less to signal night’s sly return

To wind the sky in tightened coil
Or rather assign the moon timekeeper
Who are we to command rainless skies
But entranced subjects of her tidal pull

~ Emily C.

12.20.17

To Walk the Hallways

to walk the hallways of my mind tonight
to haunt my own memories
to stalk intangible dreams that die
to wake in twitching mind’s eye

my living ghost paces the day
circles her familiar home
never quite able to tell for sure
whether asleep or living hell

let me wander in darkened rooms
in corridors away from here
where only one holds the key
and she’s kept it hidden away

~ Emily C.

12.12.17

In These Dreams

I dreamed of the words
I’d never speak

tucked in blankets of apathy
turning in throes
wild and free, wild and me

under stars I painted in my own sky

a black canvas
only meant for light

old night
brought new consciousness

rattled into being it spoke
from a beyond I could not reach

could not hear, would not see
will never know
but here, but now

in these dreams

 

~ Emily C.

7.29.17

Spun

you spun
with a fire that blinded the sun
words flew like daggers glinting with hints of love
landing in soft tissue, piercing shrill notes
twisting three-hundred-sixty
degrees

you weaved
like a master of musical tapestry
take that minor and slip into a major key
dancing on ladders of scales, out of our reach
we gape-mouthed,
breathe

you teased
with low baritone growl seducing slow
take it up high with a silky string of flow
soul-shuddering soulful croon
there was no where to go, but
other worlds

far beyond,
we flew with you, never looking down
lighting our own lamp, into black expanse,
face-to-face in the dark we embraced
spoken in songs we counted on you
to sing

~ Emily C.

5.26.17