last day of may the reverb

America. was the last day of may and all of the dead end streets look like never ending roads, and all the dead end relationships are enthusiastic pressing another go around with hopes one lucky night of what we once had may carry a small sound around and turn the johnny rotten back to first date territory with long lashes and laughter, and heal the deep gashes like reverb sweetening the deal, to hold a song's triumphant note deep into the memory of the night, a stripped mall's dollar store turned boutique, a dead end presidency turned back to camelot and kennedy days, a mid-preaching pause full of meaning, careless words begin to care, a rebellion to the cause of suffer leaning... it was the last day of may and we have a chance to be deep again, full again, and resonant

cryptic

i'm gonna see ya
super moon
through a reflection
in the dish
ran away with
the spoon


i'm gonna tell ya
super moon
all my troubles


then as you look out
upon the full earth
tonight


giving us
all your light
super sweet moon


i'm gonna grab that dish
ran away
with the spoon


i'm gonna hold her
in both hands


i'm gonna walk
from my home
out into undiscovered
lands


i'm gonna face you
out in the open
under some awestruck
constellation


i'm gonna look up direct
my camera eyes
gonna aperture wide
to receive your blessed offering
super moon


and the dish
become a symbol
vibrates like a cymbal
i hold her high
to the sky


rising up
on my toes
my shoes sunk now
into earth
all my cares
left behind


my arms stretch up
until pulled
magnetically now


the symbol (was a dish)
glowing now
absorbing


im shaking
salty drops
burgeoning up
from my skin


pale in the night
my fingers wrapped tight
around archetypal confluence


this
our unitive
alchemical unraveling




then all of your super
full loving free lightness
of being


drops like sundrops!
upon all our oceans!
our forests!
our seas!
our trees!


to the delight of
an awestruck sky
oh my!


oh my
i am high
floating above ground
rising to the sound
of the symbol
full of light

and then
without warning
i become more than me


i become
of the skies!
of the seas!
of the trees!


my eyes
become saucerful
secrets


moon sediment
covers my sense
of sight


no longer needed


reflecting
all that you gave me
now all that i
know


of future lives past
and presence so still


i dream of a valley
i dream of free will
i live in a dream
super moon she
created


i find love for all people
i once hated


i am left
a symbol
a conduit
a codified prayer


you made of me
super moon some
channeling mystic


i am elated
i am cryptic

© Katya Mills