Rivers of Consciousness

Stained Glass Art, "The Enchantment of Bottom by Titania" by Harry Clarke at The National Gallery of Ireland

LakeShoreDrive

I love to be hidden

Clutching my universe tightly behind my back

It's a power, promise, and decline

If you’re the stars, I'm a rib of grass stretching

Divulged in a secret language

Encoding the truth, casting a cover

But there’s stars in my eyes

And now really isn’t the time

I may never touch the same drop of water twice

As I watch the waves hit the shore too late at night

Please, turn on every light in this place

Cast that artificial feeling till it bleeds within

Hazel eyes rounded with red

May I never feel the same drops of water twice.

Window Watching

May all my unrequites flutter through the sky,

Dazzle like stars, 

And may you one day catch a glimpse of me there

But never realize where the light comes from

As it shines either way

May the nights always remain quiet

Allowing the animals to run free 

And the minds to run wild

Let me capture fragmented universes of you, a game I love to play

Let the water always find the leaves

And the leaves leave the trees

And your laughter reaches my ears

And may gentle souls find their homes,

I hope you find your gentle soul

Goodnight,

May this all leave my mind.