She swims in the depths of star-filled darkness.

Deep in the comforts of her calmness.

Floating through skies of limitless cosmos,

her consciousness found solace.

She watches the stars sparkle as they ripple below the waves.

Refracting in unison,

her movements are displayed.

Not a dream but a memory.

Her home is heavenly.

With so much light,

comes the same amount of somber.

Searching her thoughts, she wanders.

She's known to gain power in surrender,

of walking the path dead in the center.

Yet her capacity to create serenity,

has lost strength in its potency.

This wall that divides the duality,

unsuitable to reign in those entities.

The growth of her love,

has grown equivalent in misery.

High above the barricade,

they blend together chaotically.

In this achievement,

they've contaminated all sanity.

Observing the truth of her disharmony.

She sits compelled to correct its frailty.

The world is on fire.

I look outward from my couch.

The world has been watching me burn too.

Overworked, under-appreciated.

Diagnosed with the same issue.

How do we solve it?

No idea.

First,

I'll sit here, and write this poem.

He stands between time.

Not made of flesh or fire.

A beautiful boy, luminary and divine.

He is anchored to a world,

where he lives cosmically entwined.

Sweet, young child.

As his eyes met mine, he smiled.

Dressed in galactic light,

he is a small and mystical sight.

Composed of stars that form his celestial frame,

they flash within him like lightning

and dance like untamed flames.

Our eyes met again,

his reflected the essence of his being,

two more magnificent stars beaming.

"I've been waiting for you." He announced softly as he came in for a hug.

"Don't worry, Mom. I will wait however long you need." He added with no doubt.

"My baby. I've traveled across realms to find you." I whispered above his head. "You are more marvelous than I had imagined." Hugging him back tightly.

At first I was afraid to leave,

until my star child smiled at me.

His celestial figure,

a fascination to see,

how he's transcended.

I blew him a kiss,

turned around and fled home.

Trusting we will meet again

down a new road.

She walked the edge of darkness in her mind.

Indulging demons that have been confined.

Reminiscing on older times.

-Why does it feel like it would be easy to jump in blindly, and let the consequences unfold behind me.-

The abyss has always been a comfort for her. She learned to find peace in all her horror. She believed the consistency of pain strengthens those who suffer.

While walking along the edge of darkness. She can see the lessons that made her tougher.

She's never felt more freedom, then when she made friends with her demons.

I was addicted to a fantasy of lost love,

of loving something which never was.

I desire the motion of loving slow, Maybe, I loved the trials of letting go.

My dream of love comes calmly,

With a voice used steadily.

Our love, dances on moonshine, under a clear midnight sky.

It embraces the the darkness, and allows ourselves room to shine.

Our kisses turn all the tomorrows into days without sorrow,

And all the dreams we have, will turn into something remarkable.

The way we will love,

Will be a dream come true.

As the way you see me,

Is the way I see you.

Our hearts will intertwine,

And the rhythm of yours

Will become the rhythm of mine.

When I have nightmares I know I'm home. 

In my Gulliver lives my soul. 

Mixed with horror many colors reveal 

I'm not alone my demons are here. 

They hug me

Kiss me 

Play with my fears. 

It's in my nightmares my secrets aren't sealed 

-the ones that'd rot my flesh 'til black ash appeared. 

-the ones that have broken my soul and left scars that can't heal. 

Father forgive me for I have sinned 

and with this pain my dreams bring I need within. 

I mark my heart with colors of the wind 

though it's in my mind where evil wins. 

Welcome to Hell it burns like a bitch. 

There's an intoxicating smell of blood and justice. 

There's no place like home in this eternal abyss. 

I fear no evil for I exist. 

On the darkest days these walls would hear my exhausted sighs.

Silence would rip apart the space where my heart has cried.

Madness is my mentor and these walls would surely hear me try.

Talking to myself they hear my lies;

I spend too much time complimenting my lack of sanity filled eyes.

And today scattered on the floor lay my mind.

Within the strokes I’m painting not only to pass time.

Each color -every line the blackness inside unbinds.

If the walls could hear what I’m hearing they’d hear my spirit shrieking.

So I resort to picking up a paint brush and painting.

’Cause when my heart kisses the canvas I’m no longer deteriorating.

Daytime dreaming -you see the darkness is fading.

The walls will tell you they hear my fears receding.

In the canvas my soul is healing.

But surely the walls also see it bleeding.