waning moon lullaby

waning moon lullaby

“We accept reality so readily-
perhaps because we sense that nothing is real.”
 -Jorge Luis Borges

“sand drifts; eternity endures:”
-H.D.

reflected reality
tearing through the fabric of my breathing

think fear jump
out of bed
teeth grinding
sleep conditioned by atonal fears

flesh slivered under grains
of prickly glass
collecting the bald faced lies of the clock
into movements
as if the moon were going to float away

second wind sucked out
by a lullaby
while the fire-woven stream
clears my open eyes

the unconscious whisper

of my heart holding infinite cuts

under a cellophane bandage
trying to wrap disordered thoughts

like eyeholes vanishing under the weight
of broken wings

hoping for a muse
to heal my numb toes
and connect my thoughts to something concrete, palpable
and eternal

the same story angling into your thoughts
connecting them to
pieces of us protected by sky and cactus
and granite rock
under sun blue sky

throw the sky into the water and it
snaps on the moment the silence is caressed

by the whir of waves 

holding scattered yearnings
arcing and surfing through our dreams

this is how we never lose each other

poem spilling out of frazzled nerves revision

poem spilling out of frazzled nerves

the sky’s tender evolved vision
burning through trees

remembrances kissing
dreams silent under the weight
of the lost logic of
too much sleep

or not enough sleep
and vision induced slumming

breath
filling up the sky
and lighting up the insides of stars

-Joseph Owen