Silver Moon Man

With a kiss she bid the moon goodbye
Brushed her hand across his brow
Silver traces upon her lips
Reveal the unspoken truth
Time is up once again
He must return to the stars
She sits and weeps
As he rises up
Her eyes on him
His eyes on her
A promise lingers
Like sweet smelling winds
A curse
A spell
Regardless of it's cause
It lingers for eternity
One night
Each cycle
They lay beneath the endless dark sky
& feel the silence of their two souls as one

Time Across the Blackbird's Wings

All but the last few lines of this poem were written on the eve of my 21st birthday.

Another day
Another year
Life is passing by
Spreading like the winds of time
Across the blackbird's wings
True to form, it tip toes past
Careful not to wake you
A dream that lasts a hundred years
Then leaves you in the dark
Grasp at feathers slick and frail
Slipping through your fingers
The ones with wings
Must fly, must try
To out soar the winds of time