the light of distant stars refracts through our atmosphere crafting a tapestry ripe for exploration by our evolving imagination
clouds morph and transform
becoming new things and then disintegrating as quickly as they first cohered
we remember our stories and our pasts but so often lose the moments
if i could only film all that my eyes see
i could convey to anyone i can reach the immense power that often coexists with mental health struggles
i try to remember my nights–floridly manic or otherwise
i tap them for insight and inspiration
candles burning to mirror the light of the heavens
focusing the diffuse energy that so often floods my mind
i transcribe my nights–erotic or otherwise
remembering lovers and moments that transcend the transactional
tonight i saw hieroglyphs from an unknown toungue
faces of those i’ve pined for
at one point even the periodic table
i know sleep is crucial to stability–but sometimes pills fail to kick in
and i am intoxicated by the vistas the stars and moon descend to occupy
there are angels above and angels among us
but perhaps the most important angels are the chemical ones flying about at speeds faster than light in our brains
dopamine, seratonin, norepinephrine, GABA
together creating a symphony utterly head over heels for the cosmic and karmic drama of the night sky
with this poem completed, i will again try to sleep
resting certain that i have shared a piece of myself to the cybersphere
the night is for lovers–the night is for dreamers
we must hold to our truths or nobody will see us
first image is by FAVIANNA RODRIGUEZ >> @favianna or favianna.com
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2017
