I feel the earth tremble
beneath my traveled body
she cries and her voice echoes
`Thru a thin silver lining
above my childlike crown
An article of soiled cloth
and a broken piece of clay
sit out of place, glowing
I am a transparent metaphor
an awkward, small cracked vase
Porcelain skin, that wrinkles
electric blue, far away eyes
I jump, I fly and sigh
...in dreams, I am more
the virgin inside, she weeps
Time encroaches, to break from
this dull pink lining
I ache to know, to touch
this breath taking end, and
to be of one, with this solar beginning...
We are beyond this innocent dialogue
I no longer can be blind, nor ignorant
to this life's censorship
rest assure, it is above
our childhood vocabulary
The mirror of lies, reflects 2 faces
black and white, define nothing
jumping hurtles and climbing ivy
tearing `thru decades of cobwebs
and over there, the jagged edges
I define myself, as the imperfect
perfection, of a far away home
I can almost scratch the surface
taste it's nutritious nectar
and I fall back upon neon stars