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

Advertisements

So Blue

meet me on the moon
I’ll be on the silver beach
toes in sand
wiggling
pondering the view

binoculars aiming down
to rapidly crumbling earth
I’ve got my books and blanket
chilling
on the sunny side of moon

wave to me when
you’ve found my bit of heaven
I shouldn’t be hard to miss
being the only one
waiting

meet me on the moon
I’ve saved you a kiss
(perhaps a little more
I’ve reserved
for our dessert)

let’s sit back and watch
as armageddon ends the mess
let it blow, implode, destruct
we’ve got no reason
to go back

hold me close, my love
I’d rather be with you
than on the planet we left
that used to be

so blue

~ Emily C.

3.27.18

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

Burnt Pearls

pearls speckle velvet sky,
                      dotted around her neck
fair face he saw in space,
                           true love he can’t regret

for every time he gazes
                      above the jilted earth
with toes firmly planted
                           in indifferent blades of grass:

the weight of her loss
                      suffocates him complete
his air becomes hers,
                           her wings elevate

lifted to the fabric of time,
                      a memory sketched
for him, she would paint
                           her love in constellations

is this the premonition
                      that came far too late? 
their painful parting broke
                           this magnetic enchantment

as fast as they collided,
                     they equally repelled
a fire too hot to burn forever,
                           a destiny befallen

pearls drop into the dewy grass,
                      burning blackest holes
she cries in stars,
                           his was the only love she knew…

truer than all that has passed,
                      truer than cosmos’ rigid rules

he reassembles her,
                          burnt pearl by burnt pearl

 

 

~ Em C. ~

2.27.18

Small Faces

it was a lecture to remember

— the way the rain typed out its notes,

delivered by an ominous sky

that sang a waning winter soliloquy

to anyone listening,

“spring is coming, but i’m still here”

rat-a-tat-tat, pay attention…

or you’ll miss the point.

the answers you seek 

are hidden

in the way skies write,

the test of human life:

to recognize

the order of things,

that we are just students

in the university of the universe,

small faces

peering from behind our paper,

pens in teeth;

some of us awake,

some of us asleep.

 

~ Em ~

2.13.18

How Silent My True Song

i live amongst the stars
and i have lost my way
traveling on dark paths
no longer in the sky

if i close my eyes
their images appear
i can almost touch them
far from me yet near

i live in conjured clouds
floating like the sea
rolling with the wind
forever blowing me

for too long have i sunk
to ground, a leaden rock
burrowing in soil, hiding head
from daylight’s dark

i live where animals roam
their aimless purpose clear:
survival of the fittest ones,
raw death meets beauty’s flair

separated from my flock
parted from my breed
tracks followed only led
to dead end muddy caves

i live where laughter flies
its freely flitting notes
written in music staves
strumming at the heart

how quiet my voice has been
how silent my true song
waiting for the proper key
for listening loves, to whom
i might belong

~ Em ~

2.12.18