Picturesque

sitting alone by the first star
emerging from the fading blueness
the hum of people slip away

watching worry turn to grace
beyond somber eyes like my own
awakens shades of unnamed memories

nothing is more frightful
than the intense realization:
my life is all there is

everyone's choices seem to slip
into a collage of kaleidoscopic colors
while night emerges in the heavens

the fading light illuminates
outlines of puffy clouds
which may soon begin to rain

but I am always most taken
by the contrasts of faces
lit up by the coming of dusk

skin covered in fading skylight
eyes hidden in glowered oblivion
yet each breath echoing with importance

some might think it sad
I feel most connected to you
at your loneliest moments

but this nexus is no irony
when your life elicits mine
in a melancholic reverberation

solitude is grounded in humanity
and the most inquisitive minds
find little solace in our travails

the absurdity of love and trust

the absurdity of seeking either


entreat the desert to wash
her face with red sand
so we may come back to life


all that is known may push us
to the ridiculous task of feeling
the extremity of our condition

not with covered eyes
but open -- the beautiful horror
wrenching us firmly in existence

horrifying beauty -- I so miss
the days when I didn't have to seek
feelings that overwhelm the soul

and your picturesque silhouette
perched in exotic self-reconciliation
paints me in younger days


desert composite singing dust and dreams
pressing the motion of life
into tiny compressed pieces:

show how the creative forces of absurdity
awaken the soul when we lean
headwards into the night

guided by the first star's glimmer