Galactic Equator: A Collection of Poems

I Heard What Happened to Dusk

I heard what happened to dusk.

It got swallowed up whole in a brink of brusque.

Yes, that is right, we missed it both:

That first sign in the sun's reset for growth.

But come along with me, to catch this groove.

And together we will sooth into the forest under our moons.

But first -- shh, hear that sound?

Travel deeper until you come upon the steep round,

There is my body and you want it in this light,

But wait, ha ha ha, first we trek into the night,

Soft hands are yours when you guide me over

Streams of dreams of lovers or the hopeless woods-rover.

Mind the ground not.

If we fall, we got got.

Mother Earth whispered to me before:

My ground is your ground, release what you store

And so there, on this earth bed, between twilight and twigs,

Share your fears, beautiful nightmares, dig, dig, dig --

There! That sound again

Over yonder does it come to stand

Before we follow it, to beseech

Surprised, our eyes, upon a beautiful beach

Waves, we heard, water speaking to the skies,

Crashing courses come to enchant us like mama's lullabies.

"Is this the night? Has the moment become right?"

You ask as if my being could ever invite fright.

Express, confess, bring your head to my chest,

Listen to my heart for there comes my very best

And, yes, let us share,

Here.

Before the sun rises and we are exposed

To the others, that to this state, have become opposed

Natural is this naked we live

Climax in appreciation I give.

You give.

We give.

We give.

I heard what happened to night.