All the Time 2

When I think about love I think about you 

And love is what stays on my mind.

When I think about you I think about love

And I wanna tell you what I'm thinking all the time 

Sunrise

As I am now 30

And my hands can attest to that

Seeing as they show the wrinkles of 

My handiwork and time

More than anything

Seeing as no hairs have yet to

Turn grey

And no real lines are

Blazing any trails

On my face

....yet

I can only imagine it best

And most fitting

That these aged hands

Be the ones to write about you

And what you've done to me.

You've gotten me to 30.

And not only to 30-

You've gotten me

To Sunrise.

Somewhere in my 20s

I was given the name

Moon Beam.

And as I - as many

Do in their 20s 

Sought out my own identity

Via an homage

To a Native tribe I belonged to  

Several DNA strands ago

Long since white-washed

But undeniably a part of my history...

I came upon sacred ceremonies.

I came upon a ceremony that gave me my 

Real name

My spirit name

They said:

Was Moon Beam

And I tattooed that name across my hands

As I - as many

In their 20s 

Would do. 

The hand that writes about you

This old hand

Says 'Moon' across the knuckle

And it seems, again, logical

That it does

Because, again

You have given me

Sunrise.

And when, in my 20s

I sought these ceremonies

I also came across a blessing

From a Native Tribe of the American Southwest

That was simply the offering of:

Sunrise.

That was the blessing. 

Because what a blessing

The Sunrise

Truly is

Every day. 

I was a creature of the night

And may very well always be

I am not sure which tense to use

And I may well never be

But time passes

Hands wrinkle

And the Sun

Will always rise.

What happens to the Moon

When the Sun takes

Over?

What happens to the boy in his 20s

Who has run, screaming

Laughing

Crying

Fighting

Sleeping

Dying

and Flying

Through this world

When the ratio of questions to answers in life

Begins to shift

And this child of the Moon

Begins to finally catch his breath?

What was going to happen to me?

Where does the Moon go

Knowing, nervously 

That the Sun will be here soon?

The Moon, it seems

Remains exactly where it is.

The Moon

Is still

The Moon

Even if he can't be seen.

Whomever did or did not whisper

Into my ear

Somewhere along the way

That growing up

Was a scary, scary thing

Was wrong to tell me that-

But wasn't wrong at all. 

And I am sure that the Moon's 

Very first Sunrise

Must have scared the shit out of him. 

I hope the Moon had you

Or whatever you would have been to the Moon.

I hope that when that happened

For the first time

There was something like you there

To be as kind to him

As you have be to me - 

The Beam. 

I do not know what I am doing.

I have no idea what now.

I don't know where I am going.

But I have to go there

And I have to figure out how. 

How absolutely absurd!

What a mess.

What next?

What now?

I suppose you must be

My Twilight.

Yes, that must be you.

Because I have never seen a Twilight

That didn't know 

What to do.

A Twilight

Getting married

To the child of the Moon.

My Twilight-

You've invited me

To come and take your hand.

You've listened while I panicked

And smiled without answers.

I suppose I don't need answers

I don't really need

To know

I just need someone to listen

Who has seen Sunrise before

Someone who knows.

Marry me, 

My Twilight

Because Sunrise never stops.

I want to know this blessing.

I want to thank it every time.

I want to be your promise.

I want you to be mine. 

I want to give you Sunsets

And I want to shine my light

I want to show you Moon Beams

Lighting up the skies.

So take us to the mornings

And we'll live such a life.

I will give us all the evenings

And you'll give us

Sunrise.

Hatch

I know that I am some kind of bird
Some kind of flying thing
With hands so full of too much time
And behind those hands are wings

I remember what it was to fly
I remember my first flaps
I have seen a future where I soar
But I've forgotten I must hatch

Perhaps I am a hummingbird
That bird goes back and forth
If thats the bird that can go back
Then I am that bird, for sure

I am going back to then
To the time I should've hatched
If I do not start my story
Then my story will not last

I leave the 'now' to go hatch
But I will come back to my prime
I must go see myself again
See myself for the first time

Tell Me How

Tell me how

You can pick up

The weight of an entire day

With only the strength of your smile

Tell me how you

Can start an entire journey

By starting all over again

Every morning with me

Tell me how someone

So strong

Can hold me without any pressure

I ask you to tell me

Knowing I will never

Hear you say it

You only know how 

To show me

Every single day

How you can 

Hold

You have my heart

You always have 

And I thank you 

For taking such great care of it

I promise I'll always hold yours

Like a sacred silence 

Not even the birds

Dare break 

Mom's Day

I might hail 

From Cincinnati 

If you're asking where I'm from

But I hail to

Dionysus 

Until the bottle's done.

If you ask where 

I am going

You'll see where I have been

I tried the vodka 

and the beer

I've even tried the gin

But now I'm pushing 

Thirty

And I'm looking at the grapes 

I'm not drinking to go out 

But I'm still looking to escape

Hail Dionysus 

Hail the vine

And hail the kitchen table

Call the girls

And pop the cork

We're gonna sip

While we're still able

Understand

Thank god for the little girl who sat beside me

On that flight when I wanted to die

But didn't care either way

Thank god she looked over at my phone 

And smiled 

When she saw the little mermaid playing 

I don't understand children

But I understand how wonderful it is

That they understand 

Me