As A Balloon Passed By

I never had a sense of self.

Never--

saw the horizon line.

Kicked my shoe

through forgiving mud.

Never thinking

maybe...

there could be consequences.

Always jumping

before I thought.

Never

holding back the fray of mind.

I was always a dreamer,

never taught

how to open my eyes.

Love is:

Love is a window

dirty with leaves.

Left to chip paint;

Found it, no breeze.

Beneath its seal,

grimy from trees;

Mold of the Earth,

swallow overgrown dreams.

Beautifully ugly--

Eyes like amber

gleam beneath glass waves:

shooting through

the window's pane.

& Love 

is a highway

passing through lanes

drowning in silence

this vibrating stage.

Theory And The Big Bang

There is no one.
There never has been.

The aisles dark, roads set to gloom.

A face buried in itself

crying

"wolf, wolf!"

...

but no one came.

For no one was there to come.

Until from the shadows slithered a tongue,

& once upon a time

a creature arrived.

Not a simple someone, but a whole something.

Bursting through the moth's dust

bringing light to this place;

You were blinding -

My eyes!

Never had a pain felt so sweet.

You came
to end all ends
and begin here,

with something new, called 'us'

For, we sit among the gloom

yet, it not feel so dark 

now that I share this place with you.