Lunacy

You are the energy un-solar,
more reflective than radiant,
directed not to sustenance but
to mastery of mystery and form.
Like water from light you flow,
not the shortest path but the
surest.  To me you are more
of a ripple than a drop.
Calling up images of masks
and transformations,
you move as a force through
space factual and musical.
Your optimism is inspirational
and paired with your brain:
sensational. You're a spice,
uncharted yet bounded. A kite,
flying but grounded.
You terrify me
because all I want to do is see you.
I'm a mouse before the moon,
but in that moment, I feel planetary.

A parking lot poem

The last time I saw you it was in hot, forced breaths.
Each out easy and empty, but the ins, impossible
through a frown so deep it made me queasy.
Every huff a ritual to soothe my gut
to keep the bile from rising in my throat,
and then another in, short to keep my face
from twitching, knowing that it would only erode
my determination not to cry.
It was only weeks before that I had figured out
there were parallel worlds:
one where we were happy together,
and another where we had never met.
I was from the later,
but could see and feel them both.
And yet, there you stood in the dark parking lot,
a ghost from an outside universe
bearing the scars of a ghastly end.
You had flown in from some terrible reality
where nothing is eternal, and love dies.
'What happened?'
But there is no answer, just the pain I felt and saw in you.
And even with you in front of me as my mirror,
I fought to hold back the truth, to keep myself
from realizing that there is just
this one universe, and we
haunt each other.