Skipping Stars

standing at shoreline of cosmos’ ocean
skipping
skipping stars
skipping stars like diamonds
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
ruminating on why it hurts to see rising sun 
finding solace in moon the forgotten guide
dipping
dipping broken
dipping broken toes
dipping broken toes in swirling black holes
wondering whether to stay or to succumb
deepening gaze on shimmering stellar haze
tossing
tossing another star
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
remembering your echoing
remembering your echo
remembering you
standing

standing at shoreline
standing at shoreline of cosmos’ ocean
standing at shoreline
standing

~ Emily C.

11.12.17

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Stranger Again

let me be a stranger again.

forget what you think you know.

my words recede from memory,

your image ceases to glow.

free my soul from reverie.

release past to forgotten time.

all night stars are daydreams that die,

away from home, all hearts fly.

remember not my name in stone.

don’t think of me at night.

and when you see me again,

it will be with new delight.

~ Emily C. 

11.1.17

When I Forget

when I forget, stars remind me.
in a blink, I will be gone.
not them. they go on.
why? why anything. they ask.

the wind at night whispers stories
only I can hear. a gentle breeze
breaks mind’s silence.
live, it says.

leaves are my memories
drying with the coming fall,
falling on the cooling ground,
decomposing.

I won’t stop them.
Jaded,
this witness to the skeletal past,
crumbling
like it should,
certain death of uncertain life.

strangely…soothing.
those stars,

those stars are always there

hanging in spacetime
uncaring of me, of earth
— the hottest coldest hearts
they are.

I envied them once, but
they envy me.

my light can’t go out.

 

~ Emily C.

9.1.17

 

Tide of Stars

Prayers at the shoreline to distant gods,
mantras and chants for mystery maker.
Dark matter ripples gently move her hair.

Evening storm retreats, trailing shocks strike
as parting clouds evaporate like dried tears
she cried once, for life’s loves, lives lost,

while tidal waves yawn on black horizon,
swallowing all with a smacking crash,
closing in upon her beach this night

until in dark consuming light she sees
tides of stars at her bare feet, collecting
along moondust sand with each lick of waves.

In her graceful aging youth, never to be old,
she smiles — the stars gathered in her palms
chime as diamonds might in a gathered dress

that flows along winds of time — which pauses.
One dainty swirl and scattered again, they fly…
in the distance, a shooting star aims for her heart.

~ Emily C.

 

6.25.17

Still

now my eyes can only see cosmos
when they are closed
visions of eternity design frescos
in spinning stars

behind cloak of sight
comfort in their disarray
I am in control of my night
the only place chaos is calm

to park my mind for a spell
lose myself, willingly
…would it be so bad
if I left this hell?

hell that tries to pass for life
all that is steady evades
mocking my drifting strife
grasping in vain, slipping away


nothing is as it seems
but when eyes
planted shut within a pretty place

are closed so very tight:

I could be still
while
cosmos swirls


~ Emily C.

6.20.17

Lands of Time

Jupiter drifted behind swaying pines
while Ursa Major’s bear lines
told me stories of my past

I let my mind, my love, drift to you

…somewhere there in deep dark blue

while meteors burned a trillion tears
in the fragile firmament
on this moonless night

— luna stolen when you died,

so all stars
would be brighter
in your absence:

their gain

our loss…no shame
in this kind of pain
that speaks of the impact

the black hole crater

your superhuman soul left

in shifting lands of time

~ Emily C.

5.23.17

O…Here Flies Her

Very carefully

he stepped on the ladder in a display of unbridled uncertainty

in reach of the divine dangling overhead like a jeweled crown

twinkling truth in morse code (he never did learn)

remaining a mystery that he would never solve

like her

the earthbound fearless lover deathly afraid of heights

who can dream bigger than the sky

but never dares

to fly

…there is always some boulder in the path

he won’t climb

some barrier blocking access

he won’t destroy

despite his strength (that he never has used)

wilting chances eroded by time

fruit of opportunity spoiled on the vine

o…here flies her

within grasp but for one step

one more step

how it must feel to see her so close away

so very away

so near

and her

the one that stands out by trying to blend in

because she can’t 

because

when all the other stars shine, she illuminates

a part of him he can’t see

for as the muted masses only glow

she
illuminates

from distances he wants to tame

one foot, then two

extend the hand,
the chance
taken

~ Emily C.

5.2.17