Moon Tiger

At the front of my door step, I watch you close and I watch you open. My time is dedicated to you. Without time, I wouldn't be able to formulate valuable memories to assign the enjoyable moments as I watch you grow and prosper, while the space between the times I have with you sink into my comatose of a life. 


Your scent, oh, your smell will never leave my mind. And I see you everywhere; I need you everywhere. I like you anywhere. I hope to see you through every season we are allowed to witness with our allotted time on this earth. 


And I don't mean to be dramatic in the eve of the afternoon, but I used to live inside the shell of a coma: I am waking up. I wake up to you everyday. Don't go away. Don't go anywhere. Don't die off. Don't let the world wither you away. Let's restart. I want to nourish you, bathe you, move you to a better place. Oh Moon Tiger, I know you are striving for your survival, and so am I, but for the sake of mother nature, I will give you all I have to give back to you. I will give back. I am giving myself to you. 


I hope you can keep yourself open to me like you do when basking in the sun. I will fall into you no matter what. 


Restart. Live.

Breathing in Question

I had held my breath for a long time. How was it that you reminded me how to exhale?
I inhale the scent (strength) you lend me, and I let out the future I hope for. It is best tangible in the night when my breath collides with the sky and the stars play in your eyes.
And that is all I'll need.

As for you, what are you trying to breathe?
How would you like to breathe?
Can I even help you breathe?
Will I be able to deliver you a new pattern of breath?

Carve into me the

pain you harbor; I am your

Eucalyptus Tree.

Pause

I hesitate as the hypothesis
To my experiment deteriorates.
So instead, I will observe and respect
The discoveries that fill in the space
Between our movements that match, and our words
That collapse from the pressures of tension.
Be still! You are the vortex of your own
Whirlwind. Your howls under the moon sound
Like whispers. Please don't be afraid to speak
Up for yourself, and stand up to yourself:
What is it that you are really trying
To find; yourself or your future? Or do
You wish to be found? If so, I have found you.

I read you aloud, do you read me at all?
Help me listen; speak to me as you do
Inside your black hole that binds colloquy
To sensibility. And you must
Wonder where I produce the energy
When summoned in the night - It's your laughter
that I seek, and your indecision to
Share it sets me on fire. But just as
Quickly as you set me ablaze, you can
Put me out with the innocence you have
left in your embrace... So strange for me to
Say that I memorized your scent, but even
More so if I with hold that information
From you. Your tongue spreads like jelly across
My mind. It's sticky influence smears the
Path I thought I was predestined to take...

What is relevant, is irrelevant.
I like my feet on the ground, but I sense
You would like to fly. Couldn't I be the
One to watch you ascend to your sky and
See you bask in the Sun with the gods, forever?