dream four

(written on saturday, but my internet was down)

bright eyes miss the stars the blue the skin the touch miss you hate you hate her hate the missing the missing piece heart-piece no peace for this soul, not without eyes so bright in a dark night sky not without the return of a sun where has he gone? the moon the moon the moon is too much too much in its mystery and quiet the moonlight too sensuous too delicate the stars too bright without the sun to dim them. i want to miss the sun miss the heat miss the power-rays but i crave crave crave that silent moonlight, watch for that luminous moonrise, mourn each inevitable moonset. she smiles down even when she is dark, even when the stars are foreign, no map to guide my way, she still keeps me, welcomes me, beckons me to stay in this this night, this new home, feels like home, a new new home, home is where the heart is, her eyes have my heart, my heart, keep it keep it unknown at the back of your stars, keep it safe for me, protect it like i can't, like i won't, don't throw it around, throw it away, throw it to the curbside to be found by a stranger, what stranger? not my stranger. stranger stranger stranger than what? that who? than her or him? whim who? him him. oh, him. he's gone, lost in a shadow, buried by the moon, powerless in the night, without the sun, powerless to control or purge or pain or cut and she, with with power, will not, cannot, too far too much too much too much for her soul, her eyes, words words words steeped in fear, steeped in real, steeped in raw and dreams and pure pure fantasy. words on a page, words on a screen, cold words, regretted words, necessary words, death and life and blood words, ink is blood blood spilled on a page. oh what a cliche . not a clichay. cliche.

her, another, her, same soft skin, same dark back, same touchable touchable shoulders, but no starts here. here are pools, are ponds, are wells of gold, of wealth, of timeless timeless love, nights under moons, knights hovering in eyes, always present, always watching, always there, still there, still stealing, invading, not stealing not
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what i want, to pour into that that twilight, that beautiful in-between, such a perfect world, why ruin it with a castle? castles are for the night, for the moon, for the stars, build a castle under bright stars, light a candle, wish for bright eyes, remember remember remember and don't regret don't think think from death from death her eyes will still shine, not darkened, not dimmed by years but brightened by memory and the veil of time.

build a castle for one, a castle on the ground, a castle in the mud and grime and dirt, crystals growing from filth, beauty and pristine goodness, your goodness, moonlight goodness, why goodness? why not passion or lust or beauty or pain? art art art is not built on goodness, art is built on life, and life is not good, life is hard and thorny and struggling for light, for moonlight, sun or moon? decision. where to live, where to buy, build, purchase this castle, this world of dreams and light.