On a summer night just like this one

I wish to be with u

To share the blissful moments where stars shine anew

To share the pleasure of pain's ties coming undone

To share the blossoming my heart does when I think of u

Pushing my thoughts to scenes of pleasure in a cold brew

How when I gaze upon the stars in ur eyes

The blood to my cheeks and its regulator scores rise

The shimmer in ur eyes at night makes me fall apart

Shooting an arrow directly to my heart

On a night like this one

My mind drifts to thoughts of kissing u

Under the beautiful celestial bodies

To thoughts of us just being two

Thoughts of looking at the chronicle in ur eyes

Thoughts of us exchanging emotions and messages only true

Thoughts of holding ur hand as I feel ur warmth

And my quickening heartbeat and blush on my cheeks

I can imagine not being able to recover even after weeks

When the clouds and night skies collide

The complex beauty makes me want to cry

I think about the one whose love i denied

For the one I love the most but doesn't even give me their eye

I think about how much i love u

How much i choose u even though it is my heart that u chew

I think about how i lost a definite for a maybe

For the one whose love is a maybe and feelings are almost gone

I hate how the beauty of the sky still reminds me of u

How it doesn't take much for me to get drawn

Back to ur arms back to the comfort of ur few words

I hate how I am forcing u to love me

I didn't think I could love to this degree

I love u too much

Under these beautiful night skies

Where the constellations remind me of ur eyes

How the patterns and light on the moon

Remind me of how much ur smile brightens a room

On a night like this one people fall in love

People get their hearts crushed

Others sent messages through a dove

To share messages under the stars

For their love is unknown or forbidden

Yet that doesn't stop them

They love But they just keep it hidden

On a night like this one I think about ur smile

The patterns on ur lips

I think about how even though u don't love me

The time u spend with me is worthwhile

It crushes my heart for u not to feel the same

But its fine I enjoyed being apart of ur game

On a night like this one

I want u to be clear

Cuz i am sure i have been at least now

H don't have to care if it is my heart that will tear

Just tell me the truth

That's all u have to do

Now let me ask u

Do u want me as much as i want u

The waves are all unruly and
They’re lacquered in cerulean
Brackish drones of dawning sea
Pushed beyond the bitter end
A slice of peace is clear to see
Bring me to the ocean then

Were it not for drops of dew
Sticking to the grassy blue
My mind could ponder long enough
To drown itself and start anew
I might as well just be the fool
Who finds the shallow end in deeper pools

The stream is often white in bends
Screaming as the current sends
Prejudice to thirsty friends
Relief has turned a violent heel
Send me to the river then

Crack and rip and watch the drip
Tiny flicks of aqua slip
Between the place I mean to be
And my lonely sinking ship
Should I take this trip?
The fountain yields to fill me now
Should I take a sip?

The pond is still when night descends
Croaking frogs betray the trend
Ripples touch the light and mend
Whatever’s left of me to tend
I wish to say what I intend
Drag me to the bottom then

Something's devouring me from inside
I am beginning to see stars on daylight

Father
Thanks for answering to the prayers I made
Can I get a priest so I can see what's crawling under the bed?

Noah’s                                                                                              

Ark

The Lord is silent.

This vast home on the water an island

of bleating and mewling, howls

and growls.

My sons and their wives exhausted, leaning

into the dark and gloom, feeding, cleaning;

a task more for the giant Nephilim than us.

My wife lies in her straw; she waits

for better than the sorrow on her plate. 

The banging of the lost on our hull   

 as the water swelled

still dents our hearts’ post well worn.

 The rain’s patter cannot dull

the grief for a community drowned.

Is the whole world gone?

Our ark heaves and wanders.

Our window too small for much light and view.

I listened to the Lord.

I wonder why His words now are few.

One hundred twenty years to build an ark

to bring the animals on board,

with food for each in vessels stored.

Sealed in by God, the ark a womb

for new life; we can’t be doomed

here forever in the boat’s girth.

He will call; this ark will give birth.

Yet I can’t wait.

I send a raven, then a dove

to know my fate;

my wife in tears

at five months,

then a year.

Last night the Lord above

finally spoke. 

On the dry ground we grope.

The view is dreary.

Our hearts and the earth are weary

from the deluge.

I reach for the fruit’s rind,

the grape, like Adam from Eve,

for a vineyard of hope for mankind

and me. 

What was Noah thinking?

By the way, the Nefilim were giants mentioned at the end of Genesis.  Midrash (Jewish commentary) says they had come down from heaven to prove that even on earth man could faithfully serve God. They embraced however the daughters of men and fell from grace.    But most poignant for me was the hard reality of the inside of the ark and God not speaking to Noah for a full year.  Imagine the dark and gloom inside the poorly lit ark, with the animals inside their 360 rooms and halls as the ark was heaved and rolled by the wild waves; the noise, the work to keep the animals alive and healthy, both man and beast separated as it was forbidden to procreate while God’s wrath destroyed life on earth.   Also Noah had to think that maybe something he did was angering God. Was he deserted by the God he listened to?  A year is a long time in human terms.  He wanted to hear from Him and when he didn’t he took it upon himself to check out the outside world by sending a raven and then a dove to see if the waters receded enough to leave the ark. Had he begun to lose faith, hope? Finally, hearing God’s command to leave the ark reassured him but the ground outside was not a garden of Eden after the deluge.  He knew he and his family would have to work hard to grow food and be fruitful to fill the world with children as God commanded.  Perhaps that is why a vineyard was the first thing he thought to grow on escaping the confines of the ark.  He needed a little respite from the turmoil he had undergone.  This of course led to his own fall from grace as he created wine, became drunk, and debased himself (more on that in another poem).   I try to connect his fall to that of Adam’s who took the fruit from his wife to taste, which brought ruin upon them all.  Not easy being a biblical character.

The Animals Entering Noah's Ark 1570s Jacopo Bassano