two birds

two birds sitting over a wall
singing a song in unison
of love, of melodies they call
of memories that come and gone,
the truest kind of love they've won.

two birds through the night have seated
wings touching while upon a wall
passed the moonlit hours embedded
in a dream of a starlit fall,
where all their worries turn to null.

two birds sunk in bliss and in awe
not even envying the stars
of beauty from the skies we draw
of wonder from their brightly wars,
there are beams even in their scars.

two birds that are happy, are still
you can hear the tune they're singing
the world doesn't bend to the sky's will
but to the hearts that keep racing,
two birds just happily sitting.

Travelogue of an Immovable Paranoid

I only have the darkness around me
As the paranoia starts to kick in
Silently pallid and suddenly strong
These voices and pictures growing within.

I only have the silence to soothe me
And battle off the raging disturbance
Like ghosts that haunt in tempestuous ways
Though fear is scarce and worry’s abundance.

I only have a little to cling to
And it barely saves me from my own self
Nil is all it is for a fighting chance
When it is your own mind you have to delve.

A Nightshifter's Guide to the Galaxy

when morning breaks away from dawn
and you stream the sunshine along the way,
i cast a beaming smile of my own
and wear it through the rest of the day.

and when afternoon breaks away from morning,
when i've plunged beneath an ocean of sheets,
you steal into my head's silent wandering
and color it through a thousand beats.

and when evening breaks away from afternoon,
when we're riding through the sunset and dim,
we rush forth feeling chased by the moon
and wrap ourselves in a starry dream.

and then when evening slips into midnight,
when we'd return to our separate strings,
i look back to the seconds of the passing day's flight
and carry on with the happiness it brings.