i’m puddled starlight formed from celestial song teardrops drying night a heart whole-ing learning to hear my beat a drum become its rolling i’ll dance away a dawn dream in desert sky & fly beyond but you love— right to every wrong will ever be my dearest branch to perch upon

Andrea Cohen

i pull strands of tomorrow’s promises candy cotton thin from the clutches of daydreams they weave me into a memory & in a wisp of wonder i finally forget myself

alabaster sound freeway breathes not far away newly born morning

limitless i kiss the blushing cheek of sky

i am a voyager now traveling towards the desert stars compass & canteen in hand but it’s you i carry in my heart

“this is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization it’s the sound of the unlocking and the lift away your love will be safe with me” open.spotify.com/track/20AC70RU…

i set out to burn myself in infinite depths dusty black tearsome train whistle calling to summon other flaming souls in open space specters roamed shadows tween spinning lights & on a shanty stoop kindreds sang & fiddled by flickered wick playing for water love & smoke a gift

olfactory dreams imagining her perfume last stop before home

i thought i had a longing for silence for the open air of nothingness the deep pool of stillness but true silence is illusory just like total darkness it is defined only by absence that lack of something real when my heart imagines silence what it hears is not that…

i taste the leaves falling wash away my summer sorrows with cinnamon & clove & sing myself into a seaside grove my heart slows its beat with the seasons & i love love love without rules or reason so lay me on an autumn forest’s floor & i shall be & never want for more

progress i strike through another me i shall not be

it’s a bit silly how we say the sun should rise or set when really it is us who roll around

september tries it holds on to the heat flowers abundantly in late daisies still it hardly hides its sleepy afternoon eyes…

i was the ghost glow in that desert gale far from my hilly home drawn to the dust

the edge of cold is slicing nicely through summer’s tired strings & the world is red & yellow & falling of a sudden it makes me old enough again to appreciate the weight of a blanket’s embrace especially when winter with all its woes & wizenings stands there looking on

in stillness there are stars there are bright stars & then there are your eyes

your finger traces our story along my shoulder’s seam i feel this rekindling flame with all the aching of our ashes each end as each start our loves last only when “we” are willing to die & be reborn