My Glass Captain

Oh Captain, my Glass Captain

That is your name here

Amidst the crystal courtyard of a glass castle

Between emerald leaves and trees

Refracting and focusing energies through our pupils

As we thread ourselves through garnet roses

And citrine daffodils, Peering into the stream

Of a a thousand tiny mirrors

Of what currents had drifted us here.

My Glass Captain, can you explain this?

The castle?

The currents?

The daffodils and roses?

You?

I think I remember

I think I remember once in a dream

Or on a far away travel past the precipice of night

Being here over tiny mirrors, under emerald trees

Are we a reality?

And my Glass Captain, what of you?

Photons focus and beam through you

Transparent Queen

But yet you are volcanic, and your obsidian

I can not see through with all the light and song you make

But I will follow, I will follow you my Captain

Your glint guides me, a seaman in the bay,

As astrologers' cryptograms once did

I will follow in the wax and wane of the sun and moon

I will dispatch my eager, confident palms

Earthy wooden masts for my Glass Captain

And sail, as vehicles often propose we do

Sail on your glinting crystal

All the shimmers and sparkles throwing me into a possessive trans

Sail on sturdy earth

Knowing it will never escape your toes

My Glass Captain, I think we finally have an accord

You and I, about the nature of you

About the sands and volcanoes of your genesis

About how we tread across the ash

I see, now, why we step so lightly

How one benevolent slip of the chisel

Will leave us rescuing gems, or worse yet, sand once more

On the Dark Side of the Moon,

We sat as cold pueblo indians

Barren bodies entangled and shivering

Frostbitten knuckles white

Clutching the skin of ourselves as we fight

The killer winds of history

Not a hutch seen for years or miles

On the dark side of the moon

Never has a dictionary been so dangerous

Never has language cast such destruction

As the spark struck for heat died

The fire that burns remained inside

And the crater we sat in stayed dim

Because there is no oxygen

On the dark side of the moon

Or perhaps this is the coy carrot

Years ahead of me

When told the passages of a narrative

I've yet to live

I'd almost rather not, but those were the terms

Whispered to me by the Astrologer

On the dark side of the moon

Failure is a norm

Failure is epic

And all the stars seen past these rocky crests

I cry to and wince and protest

It can be bleak here

But those are the consequences of living

On The dark side of the moon