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I carry dreams of the future, my wishes strung together like stars. 

I carry a compass in my heart, that always points me North

I carry the sun and the moon; a reminder of balance that never disappears. 

count my heartbeat till it slows

plucking petals from your rose

toss back lies like fine wine

only then will dreams depart

the clock in the sky turns again

bringing forth another pain

your eyes of gold will be last

when I am alone

you caress me

tenderly, down my cheek

summer brings fingers sticky with peach

and soothing songs of sirens and seas

who would have known that under your skin

blood sweet like honey begins and ends

eyes catch water as it falls

and dancing fireflies above it all

the blood moon in the coming shifts 

make like a countdown to your wish

the witches fall, they rise, they call

desperation above them all

the flowers that bloom sprout songs of joy

tears turn and flip their crowns 

the light of the moon shines onto your face

and dips beneath your skin

twin rings glint on opposite fingers

nights dreaming of what is gone

remind me that the past is not for basking

shoes slapping against the concrete

remind me that the present is everlasting

my wishes strung together 

wave our emotions like our flags

but do not forget

21. pride 

the sixth flower blooms with the sun

and leaves behind a shadow

voices join to echo the hour 

of the pain and the power

marked by a flag of pride and joy

my fingers dip in the valleys of girls and boys

so when we’re breast to breast

open up your chest

open your heart to the divide 

pry open your eyes to the skies

shake the world with the truth

use the gift that God gave you

a trickle of water turns to a flood

heaven echos the anger of the sun

what runs through us is all the same blood

strain the limits of your mind 

and push for nothing in between

lay yourself down on the bed you made

and open your eyes to the mistakes you paid

for what’s inside is not the truth

but just a little drop of you. 

lower your sword from where it’s raised

and open your eyes on your death day

see the moon sink under my skin

it’s okay to be greedy sometimes

i am selfish when i write

i love the eyes on the things 

the breeze reminds me

of fingers laid on my cheek

promise me a ring true like gold

to shatter in my hold.

promise me flowers and quiet rain

and a letter addressed to my name

promise me love and satisfaction

to help me numb the pain.

promise me you, your love, and your soul

child of night

why do you cry?

no need to be concerned with goodbyes

feast on the nectar 

that flows through me

rivers flow even if they don’t reach the ocean

my love flows even if it doesn’t reach you

so walk the path i carved for you