The breeze slightly stirred
The beautiful trees
The sun would come out
Only to take a peek of Nature's beauty
Then vanish behind the veil of celestial sky
Such a beautiful day it is
And I really think it is
A beautiful one
That I did
Tonight I will sleep on my fragmented thoughts
that my anxieties found too delicate to embrace.
Crushed by nature and neglected from nurture
I'm not one to hoard but my head must rest.
Is it so wrong for a woman to caress her melancholy
as tenderly as she does her lover?
These pieces of madness once smelled so sweet
like the roses I've kept from years foregone.
I crowd my mind with scraps of death
to remind myself that what is dead, is never gone.
We're following the full moon
Morrison crooning "LA Woman"
dancing around the burning fire pit
remembering a prehistoric time when
we helped share light with the tribe
through heavy exhales
the lung-piercing smoke signals
sashay toward the midnight stage in the sky.
As we dance around the fire
orange embers laugh crackling
illuminating the dark midnight
all are thankful for brief moments
of smoke blanket warmth on our backs
waiting to be tucked in by the glowing moon.
Too soon do we trapse back to reality
smashing glass bottles
to satisfy some primal urge
for ancient chaos screaming energy echoed
in caves and canyons years before the pyramids were even an idea.
His Royal Highness The Sun
Traveled To The West Today
Wearing His Brightest Crown
Studded With Diamonds
And Gold Embroidered Silk Robe
Tasselled With Most Beautiful
Yellow Sapphires And Topazes
He Was Waving To Me From His
Glittering Golden Chariot
Oh, what a beautiful day!