Kiss of the moon...

I sit peeling chunks off my hidden face

I want the stars to shine

Trying to find the vision of Van Gogh,

Craving the brightness of your aura

But instead I find tears and fear

Fearing life without a rose found in light becomes the same painful blue

Of pre-cubism Picasso

I cry for you…and I fucking scream!

I want to feel the warmth of sun kissed heat…The heat of the lavender Dragon.

Are you out there in the sky tonight?

Perhaps, shining down on me in reflective green of stars…

I do not want to be lost in paradise

I have already danced in illusion

So far away from bliss

I simply feel passion like Raphael in a Renaissance gathering of genius

Because I am chasing the rainbow

Afraid of never finding a pot of gold

And never to feel the sunshine of a simple kiss

I cannot cry tears of blood…I already bleed like a fucking man!

I look to the sky for reflections of beauty…I feel alone in a universe of birds

Are you out there in the sky tonight?

Perhaps, the stars flow green forever in rain washing my soul clean…

I want to look at the moon

She does not paint blue pain in my heart

And she sees my soul dancing back in moonlight

It feels like love from far away

I can see green stars

As they gaze upon me from above

Reminding me of songs I lack

I wish…I wish…I could fucking reach higher!

I could swim beyond mire…I could stand above the wire

preventing her songs from whispering in my ears

Perhaps, I could touch her aura within.

It is what I have wanted forever…