eyes call you soul. flames dance  melting candle wax figures silhouette in night stunning electric in hummed delight shadows meld the complexities of cells bursting through windowpanes and slick blinds again moonlight shines subliminally crescent divine we own the dark soul you call eyes. -b.r.rivera 11 of 30, April 2012 #30in30

It's nighttime. The crisp, cool air beckons me and all of a sudden I want to go for a little drive. Bambino's up and its past his bedtime. No worries, its not a commonality to take our child past a certain hour where we can be judged by Dr. Spock comparison driven mothers. So we open the door, and the slight breeze hits us. Its absolutely beautiful. I see a pregnant moon Its off eggshell crater face smiling at me. No clouds in sight to hinder a luminescent tidal wave in another part of the world. He points up He jumps He laughs. Pushing his arm forward, he grabs an invisible force His tiny fingers extracting a woosh of excitement and says, "It's too far! I can't reach it!" as his eyes hold the reflection of stars. -b.r.rivera 5of30 #30in30