Just string things together,
Disco balls, fortune, lust, December,
Until I remember and know you.
With the magnetic moon,
Pull me to act authentically,
Call me toward my destiny,
To land wherever that may be,
Possibly in the shadow hand,
Of pen on ruled paper,
Or amid the golden memories,
Of sloppy crayons marking,
On childhood coloring books –
Spread out toward fantasy,
In floods of magic ink,
Of purple pinons bowing
To blue coyotes howling,
As everyone transforms into pink
Fringes of the Western sun,
As stars greet the Earth,
And hearts meet the lightness,
And darkness extinguishes
The distinguishing of anyone.