Tell me your origin story
I'll tell you mine
If our stars align will I have
the chance to see you shine?
I close my eyes and imagine
by the splotches in darkness
what the big bang looked like
So too, man-made blasts
Devastation vs creation
Is eternity esoteric? 
While infinity mathematic?
Stardust to stardust
From this point of view
we are made of the same stuff
That is why the few times
I have held you
Gravity grew stronger
As you drew away
The nights grew longer

By the cool light of day
All my dreams slip away
All the words wrote in hope
Don't seem right anymore
All answers lightly borne
melt away with the dew
Yearnings are scorned
since light held by moon
overpowered by sun rays
errands overtake love's daze
As reason wrestles proudly with
Faith held too soon

While ancient scribes
Ascribed beauty to woman
In gems and precious stones
Mined from rock foundations
Cut and polished down
Wisdom since grew
As if a rift in continental shelf rose upward 
In a century
An erudite woman
Granite forza
Seams of gold
Aged beautifully 
Weathered by adventure 
Silver gums whisp
At altitude
Trunks stretched
Twisting through time
Cool tarn serene
Rare species bloom
Miniature native orchids
Unfold in leaf litter
Heavenly bodies
Encircle her beauty 
Revealed by gibbous moon

Heading East to coast
On rolling waves
Hair on the breeze
Arms surround
Head bows down
Kiss salty curls
Places I go
To vacate 

How can I be less
Of myself to please the world
While still stick around

While I painted bonded
Shards with gold
You failed to see
The cracks in me

How could one ever
Move on to another 
When tears and torment
Tore us apart
Dearest lover
Always in my heart

Sun, moon and stars
How you cover my yard
Invasion from whence you came.

Blades mown steel
lost all appeal
Tufts with twits peering

No less lovely
nor miraculous than
bearded friends on hill

Aide for ingestion
modern predilection
for chips and lager swill

Both lovely and spawned
As fair Scottish thistle
Whence my love once came.

To touch or not 
Bite like prickle
shivers down tingling skin

Sight for sore eyes
Folklore cure-all
Just like fair silver mane

When I look at
I don’t see younger
I see older
With my arms holding 
But now I'm missing 

Ground beneath
Catches me
When I fall