Hammock hanging on stars

How much Would I pay to go there to the moonIf I could Spend a dayOr possibly a cold nightNaah I wouldn’t goOn that desolate rockI like it better hereshiningwith white cold lightthere I would fretwrapped in a suitall grumpyhopping around in gravity one sixthwith schedule all tighttheremaybe I would sit and watchmy earth riseContinue reading “Hammock hanging on stars”

Fueling the sun

Like an emberPrior to the fireIt risesFrom the ashesStanding on the beachSand on my feet and some in my hairI blow at the cloudsAs hard as I can As much as I canAnd then the embers glow brighterPiercing through the dark veilSpreading from orange to blueEmerging over the horizonThe first rayOf the new dawnIlluminating theContinue reading “Fueling the sun”