Heartrise

agile night dances 
the tango in ether
under meteor lit skies
raining fire

anticipating shock
that never comes
holding breath
till blue to bone

awake, asleep
flickering screen
heavy lids
betray reality

that i cannot tell
puts me at ease
that it feels real
makes it so

my heart rises
with the dawn
scorched earth retreats
leaves fertile land

my heart rises
avert your gaze
it burns as hot as
a million meteor flares

~ Emily C.

1.18.18

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Canyon

there in the waves of midnight:

you

undulate,

drunk on dark
just out of reach, you carve
the heavy air,

beckoning me along
with sway of silent hand

deep into
heart’s ocean
— its exposed canyon
lit brilliant,
blooming with bioluminescence

painting the never

with the now

 

~ Emily C.

1.11.18

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

Solid Home

darkness cloaking
rocking sea —

just time, the salt,
and bobbing me

no horizon
but moonlit crests

no sense of where,
or whether at rest

blindly floating
on night’s wet wings,

cradled on surface,
iron whale swims

faint outline separates
black hill, silk sky

prayer hands reach out,
an atheist’s cry

a star above distant land
shimmering death

mine eyes anchor 
to its flickering message

I follow the light
until stormy sea settles

trace it as I weather
my tossing vessel

no horizon
but one shining dot

calling a sinking soul back
to solid home 

~Em

1.2.18

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