The Lark

The lark preens in silence
 grinding her talons like gnashing teeth. 
Seasons float past
a passing rain, slithering
over her gilded feathers
but she moves not a muscle
 save a restless twitching
about the eyelids. 
Glass eyes, opaque
see not the evolution.
Stones into cities, cities into nations
nations into dust they fall
beneath the perch of the lark.
Would her voice shake their slumber?
An eon has she weathered
and withered
and pondered
until every star shoots across the sky
but the sunset glow on the charred dead tree
fades to a flash of fire
that ignites for a solstice milisecond
then vanishes into the oscilations
as the earth whips around in its courses
And still the lark's feathers wane and wax
as the dead tree's blackened spindle
petrifies to crystals
And still the dust rises and falls in clouds
of progress and failures
And still the seasons turn like an hourglass
churning sands into wind currents
gashing her feathers like a clenched fist
of furious retribution
And still the stoney lark
doen't crinkle her throat
into a song.

19-02-11

she drinks his skin
          like taking a pill
     fickle
glisten of the fakediamond
     earrings              she wore so long ago
cast light like prisms          alluring
lulls her into the stucco walls
                       a cloaking of the end
of the rainbow
but ethereal vapors condensing into
      swimming thoughts of
spring
                only a dusty filament
                and crackling leaves
and the day fades to ice
       but now as she contorts
to the breadth of his shoulders
the duplicity of existance
          sinks beneath the sea
but if those fakediamonds
                       could splice time
would it sting as peroxide on a cut
                 or burgeon a universe
        that flits about the dreams
        like a siren lure
only
in ultraviolet will she see desire
                               forgotten
but lingering about her like an aura
       she tries to rekindle
       the northern lights
just to see
and then he mends her retinas
with a band-aid and a
                                 kiss

My Favorite Love Quotes

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep, because reality is finally better than your dreams." ~Dr. Seuss

"If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?" ~Anonymous

"We're not too young for love. We're just to young for just about everything that comes with love." ~Anonymous

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."  ~Aristotle

"If your not willing to sound stupid, you're not worthy of falling in love." ~Anonymous

 "She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudness climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes..."
~Lord Byron

"To be your friend was all I ever wanted; to be your lover was all I ever dreamed." ~Anonymous

"There is no remedy for love but to love more." ~Henry David Thoreau

"The heart has its reasons, in which reason knows nothing." ~Pascal

"When you sit with a nice girl for two hours, you think it’s only a minute. But when you sit on a hot stove for a minute, you think its two hours. That’s relativity." ~Albert Einstein

"Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else." ~Anonymous

"Doubt that the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move his aides, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love." ~ Shakespeare