waiting for the sun to dance

I don't know about my love. I don't know about my loving anymore. All that I know is that I'm falling. falling. falling. I don't know about my dreams. I don't know about my dreaming anymore. All that I know is that I'm falling, falling. falling.

Where is the sun?
My body has finally exhausted the energy saved from the last I saw her.
The moon's light is second-hand
Only a reflection of her master.
It is distorted and disillusions me.

Come back to me Oh, Sun.
My petals are shut tight in your absence.
Find the hole in the woods where I hide
Sing so that I may dance again

Where are you Sun?
Am I on your dance floor, on the bleachers, waiting for a turn
Or have you abandoned my planet altogether

There was a promise of a love
From durable lips
I watch it sit on the edge of the world,
Ready for the word of the wind to drop into nothingness.

Find me Oh, Sun.
The stars will align when our song is sung and our dance is danced.

March

Your name, the juice on her lips.
You were given to her like paint is given to an artist.
Your colors set her canvas on fire.
How quickly it burnt to ashes.
Kneeling over empty paint tubes, she cursed Newton's discovery.
She wished herself into another dimension.
She saw your face in a pool of infinity.
For that moment, your colors were endless,
Your love reached past the zenith of her soul.

Drums chimed in with the leaving of your presence
A departed beat took the place of an enchanting melody
Signed to the name of her master
She marched on.

Go that way

She stands alone with three heads and a spear, she waits on the souls who know her by name
They know the pain she releases
She knows none
She gives all.
Too much power, too much wisdom
Limits the dance of freedom
Loose the knowledge, loose the limitation
Bliss is like oil to the joints
Vital organs function best unconscious
Beat your heart with the rhythm of a robot's
There is the peaceful solitude of the sea
Find the stillness in the blackness of the unknown
Knowledge brings you closer to her and farther away from her movement
To know her is to loose yourSELF
Finding her is the death of you and the birth of it
Closer to the sun you fly with the string of a guitar
and ask
How much am I willing to know, how much am I willing to loose?
You'll see, when words are just letters
When numbers are just patterns
When time is just pictures
You will be who you are. You will be who it is.
Heaven is right above
It is bliss and it is high.
Enlightenment. We yearn for it, then dance towards Free Will instead.