We are one 
carried by two 
a mirror in
each hand reflecting 
wand in other 
conjuring happiness and 
life’s grandest wishes 
eyes like cameras 
and ears like 
microphones catching even
the subtlest sounds 
of stars and 
sighs and whispers 
hands that touch 
with a child’s 
curiosity and caution 
and the soul 
like the sea
often calm seldom 
stormy always there 

We never 
end really 
as much 
as retreat
we do 
that us
just like 
people who 
sit in
front of 
fires be
it bon
or place
move back 
once things 
get too
warm being 
so close 
and us
being embers
quietly glow 
until once 
again ignited 

I’m not lonely 
loneliness requires someone 
else for perspective 
I live and 
love in solitude 
and silence requiring 
no one else 
for me for 
I to understand 
anything I’m meant 
to be alone 
with just myself 
as my reflective 
point of reference 

The early morning 
sky blushes rosy
pink being caught 
having done or
thought about doing 
things in night 
that have or
would embarrass darkness 
for darkness despite 
being days own
shadow does have 
its own morality 
called the moon 

Gosh at this 
very early hour
the downtown buildings 
glow like fingers 
of one hand 
wearing quiet luminescent 
gloves amidst a
calm camping tent 
I remember seeing 
as a child 
and in those 
hours and much 
like these dreams 
ignite making known 
things into things 
of the imagination