The Invisible Tide

stepping stone stars

hopping to and from

chasing ‘round Mars

bottling the sun
.
charting swirling galaxies

mapping all the dark

spreading out our blanket

picnicking on rock
.
eye spy long lost births

a blink erases time

dust writes ancient messages

on sky’s canvas framed by night
.
only hearing heartbeat

deafening cold vacuum

reading a language we created

scrawled in red sand dunes
.
kiss the sunrise with me

savor moon’s dessert

burrow in alien mountains

run with me through cosmos
.
never turning back

better on the outside

unchained from the moor

sailing the invisible tide
.

~ Em C.

4.19.18

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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

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

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

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

Skipping Stars

standing at shoreline of cosmos’ ocean
skipping stars like diamonds in a cup of black tea

reading floating leaves that Venus pours us
predicting how tomorrow’s constellations may shine

ruminating on why it hurts to see rising sun
finding solace in moon the forgotten guide

dipping broken toes in swirling black holes
wondering whether to stay or to succumb

deepening gaze on shimmering stellar haze

tossing another star to gamble the game

forgetting why this very here and very now

remembering
remembering you
remembering your echo
remembering your echoing
remembering your echoing name
standing at shoreline of cosmos’ ocean
standing at shoreline
standing

~ Emily C.

11.12.17

No Answer

darkness rumbles in distant realms.

inner ear hears mountains moans.

taking steps on trampoline floor,

shaking when the wind shifts core.

thrown to the abyss against my wish…

…these walls have been carved before

their messages clear and clearly old,

alone I fall amongst long lost,

my screams only heard by sediment;

it crumbles in my turbulent wake,

but all I feel is my own cold breath,

exhaling gales in earth-scoring notes,

writing my story read by none,

except the stars when entropy wins,

when all returns to nothingness.

why does life matter?

I ask whom exactly?

no answer comes back.

all is black.

~ Emily C.

6.22.17