Cosmos

I took a long draw on my lit cigarette.
No, it did not keep me warm but it kept a fire going,
in the snow banked ditch, I had made
(no more matches and only 4 cigarettes left).
 
My thoughts drift pointlessly in search of the basis  
for my obsession to possess the woman who had caused me to
live out my few precious hours in winter's numbing bosom.
  
An icy zephyr pierced through my clothing and I
remembered how in the same way my lost love sent chills  
up every tissue of my being.
  
Her shoulders grew, grew ever so cold.  Colder by each
passing desert winter night.
  
She did not leave me.  I had to run.  Exiled from her  
whom I could not hold.
  
Still I love the women spirit.  The ghostly Mistress of
the Cold.
  
The fire grows weak and useless.  I huddle with the little
I have left and I give in to the cold, to dream.
  
Sephyrs of no particular temperature echo in my mind
and an overwhelming calm casts its shadow upon me.
  
I now see her.
  
She embraces my soul and warms my frozen heart.  I love
her more and I am content with the reasons for her
past zero temperatures.
  
All that matters now is that I am within her soul
and she within mine and not even death can separate us  ----
ever. . .
  
Behold!
  
Out in airless space,
I am a nova and she -- a black hole;
I am consumed and still I love her,
the Mistress of the Cold.

Sunset is often viewed with trepidation and anxiety  
I await the coming night in peace, and I quietly  
Take out my notebook and look up at the sky  
Once the moon comes out, my soul is ready to burst out and fly.  

When the stars light up, a new journey has begun  
My soul glows in delight when I’m dancing under the midnight sun  
Universal forces embrace me as if we were old friends  
Even when my body dies, my soul and imagination will never end.  
 
The darkness of the night is nothing to be feared  
Once the moon enters the heavens, it’s as if fear has disappeared  
Its beauty and light have a special story to tell  
My eyes can’t look away and I’m caught in an unearthly spell.  
 
Without thought, my hands begin to write  
Who would have thought that inspiration is strongest during the night?  
The ethereal voices encourage me to pursue this life-long passion  
My soul has been revitalized like a Phoenix rising from the ashes.  
 
Sweet Luna, you are the mistress of the night sky, the only one  
Who bathes me in light while I’m dancing under the midnight sun  
As long as I draw breath and you still shine, my imagination is limitless  
I hope to help others feel, just like me, absolute blissfulness.

 
A sundial ride dimension in midsummer twilight
Blue lanterns hanging to clock on twisted goldenrod,
 
With dual moments forming our undivided finite
Turn seasonal magic rites into mystic extrinsic fraud,
 
Circle creating forms a cloud sky timeframe
A light game with such shadow shame
Never assigning blame,
 
Stealin' time beneath ya brain
The quantum fools, mad insane...