My Tomorrow

I was the sunset rising
from shadeless grays
from the sea of yesterdays
kissing the shore
with renewed love
opening the door
of darkness
but not without a burst

of color uncontainable
brushed on blue sky dusk

I laughed while the pines
tickled their needles
on my cosmic cheek
painting peachy pink

a flash only briefly there
and only there

if you were looking

I was the sunset rising
feathers spread far
I flew
from the places I used to know
and landed right where I was before
I was told I had to go

exactly where I was meant to be
foothill toes grip cool sand
slipping regrets fall from hand
the blanket of space
keeps me warm
in the birth of my tomorrow

~ Emily C. 9.12.18

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The Bringer

black sand sunset
shimmers with the glittering stars of eroded time
speckling in a terrarium on my kitchen table
its sun a distant searchlight peeking coyly
out from mid-summer clouds
parting just enough to light
a mini world infinitely big

when I spy it

all I can see are my feet feeling
tenderly through epochs
traveling to worlds not yet created

— not until this one implodes
melts down its constituent parts
into one roiling sphere
obliterated by its own helium god
whom we worshipped, believers or not

as the bringer
of all,
and end.

~ Em C. 8.3.18

Peach Suns

when all is left are peach suns

setting on water’s bed

when stars unsettled

sparkle, messages unread

when words fail and thoughts

rail, beating drum inside

your head,

when names fade, and smiles

die, dispatched along time’s map

when efforts fall short

stuck type writer keys

letters never stamped

when clock stops

the phone won’t ring, and

i love yous hang

in vacant space

when lips mouth heart’s oath

muttered under stale breath

when reconciliation hurts

more than distance kept

when silence heals

the broken space deep

within cracked chest

when knowledge of self comes

when everyone is gone

when only you can fix what ails

no one else can take that on

when all is left are peach suns

giving way to dark’s ascent

when stars kindle in morse code

look for your map within

~ Em C.

5.15.18

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

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