The Hissing Light

The stench of syrup haunts the sand

Quench the cantaloupe,

with nothing planned

Stir the stem of comet glow

And hurry past a spaceship show

A moonbeam shakes me wide awake

Takes me to release my ache

Rocket fuel soon lit the night

For a valley under hissing light

The magic cures my gradients

The Science lures my radiance

But sulfur swirls abandon me

And cast away reluctantly

The hissing light I heard before

Ignited from beneath my floor

Fuming out and tracing air

It funneled into solitaire

A moonbeam shakes me wide awake

Takes me to release my ache

Rocket fuel soon lit the night

For a valley under hissing light

Twisting fingers knit in place

Kissing through a quiet gaze

Sift the lips and switch both ways

Just grasp this moment 'till it stays

Movement Of A Moment

This moment

Suspended until it breaks

It shatters

It splits apart

Then gets crushed beneath feet

As a stampede slowly pins it down to earth

Modifying the meaning

Mutilating the end

Change has arrived

And a new moment follows

For now

Spark

Another spark of attraction making a flight
Leaping onto its side, swaying to a light
From the back of rust ornaments
From the back brittle fence
As it sits under
It sits itself down
To reach for its own and teach its known
A dampening flow moving on through
Sparing the surface, attaching its dew
Following somewhere
Yet Growing across
Left with no care
And a Little bit lost
But it carries a tune
Once heard long ago
The tune of creation
And flying alone