Full of You

My heart races and my mind

is a swirl and flurry of thoughts;

I am coming to you now.

Undeniably, unavoidably,

on the path and travelling.

I am coming to you now,

my heart full of you,

my mind concentrated on you,

the time getting close now,

a countdown has begun...

Thanksgiving will have 

a new meaning this year.

I am coming to you now.

To look at you, to hold you,

to hear you, and be held by you;

to see you with my eyes,

to touch you with my hands,

to hold you in my arms.

Vulnerabilities

The bodies, bare and discarded,

thrown aside for whatever;

at this stage it doesn't matter,

they are darkened, 

the light has left their eyes.

Their vulnerability disregarded

and now they're gone, en masse;

mass graves, the left behind,

the forgotten, the sick,

the dead and the dying.

Pestilence is for the weak,

the old, the poor, the homeless;

Not for the politicians,

not for the leadership, 

which have failed us

as we died in numbers so great, 

it is obscene.

As disease ravaged us across the 

delimiters and differences,

it seems the virus didn't care either.

So, the people are caught 

in their vulnerabilities:

the plague or the politician?

 

Anticipation

And you wait with me,

I, with bated breath, and you,

trying to soothe me,

as always, in your way that you do...

and me watching 

the anxiety creeping

if I'm not careful...

All these things I wait for 

patiently, patiently I wait,

and we wait together...

holding me if you could.

Maybe I'm trembling 

just a little...

But I am armored for anything,

because I do not believe 

lightning could strike twice.

Yet ever I hope that 

I would be wrong.

But I'm a voodoo child,

back from the depths

of the Abyss, so anything

is possible. 

And you wait with me,

I, with bated breath, and you,

trying to soothe me.

 

Naked

I came into this world with nothing

they even took me away from you;

but we survived, although,

naked and scared; aware of the things 

most take for granted and can't feel.

But the basket of time was unraveling

and our armor grew thick,

as our minds grew wise,

and my heart started searching.

And I came and found you.

And now, when I leave this world,

I will have you with me

in my heart as you have always been,

but closer now that I have found you again.

Now untethered to the doubt 

that sought to keep confusion before us.

Our souls together as they have always been.

Our connection, stronger now than ever.

Our hope has been made complete.

Starchild

Starchild, shooting through the heavens 

like a comet...

Where are you heading?

Through the wormhole,

out into the galaxy, and then

to my mother's house;

beyond the trails in the sky...

I will follow my orbit,

the ellipse drifting at times

into asteroid belts, but 

home is home,

and my mother is there,

so I will move the stars

and find her hidden there,

and once revealed, 

joy in the heavens.

The voices in my head

replaced with her 

loving voice, ever 

soothing me....

Family Tree

I fell from the family tree,

but not far, apparently;

all my wandering around the orchard,

I was lost for awhile at times; but

my destiny has kept me warm,

and returned me unto you,

I flew like a bird to be with you again,

sitting at the base and 

carving our initials into a heart

that belongs to us;

our names finally together

on our family tree.

Mothership

Here comes the magic again,

surrounding me like a bubble,

an aura...I'm floating

way above you all tonight

in the cosmic mirror,

playing in the candlelight...

Is there anybody out there?

Is it just me and you?

As I look at you in the mirror

we laugh because the 

magic is all around us...

and we are flying, mothership.