Today I mourn for a forgotten time
when mountains, rivers, and valleys
remained nameless in an attempt
to keep nature as a being.
Not to give human names, numbers, and labels
to incredible giants that should humble us all;
The power of which we can not even begin to comprehend.
I do not pity these modern people
I feel their loss, at their own ignorance
Their need for material beauty, gender, comfort.
Their stupidity lurking behind smoky eyes,
the flames bursting from blindness.
They have been brainwashed, silenced, masked.
Their thoughts rendered meaningless
against the whims of society
I do not pity them.
I do not shun them.
I recognize their thoughtless ways,
but I do not try to stop them.
Because I have joined them.

You drag me from my sleep,
groggy and aching with cerulean fantasy.
Your footsteps speak to me
in a comforting, intoxicating monotone.
My feet tremble, my knees lock
as you gently pull my hands out of bed,
the rest of my body following unsteadily.
My naked flesh shivers with the wind's evening breath;
your guardian hands warming as they make their journey,
finally resting in the small of my back.
Motionless, we dance before the weeping midnight sky.
Her tears, sleeping on your quivering chin,
fall silently, perhaps never reaching a distinguishable fate.
Your body seems to melt around me
as if mourning her lost children.
Yet I still shiver when her hands interrupt yours,
and I still fall when your hand leaves the small of my bare back.
The sleep you took me from fights for necessity,
dreams invading my sight and tempting my fears.
I fall in submission, my hands groping the demon sheets.
But as my head searches for its eternal resting place,
and my feet cease their trembling,
dawn begins to sparkle in the background.
My dreams flee with the darkness,
and my necessity becomes you.