I read poetry by candle light,
It won't be wrong,
But if I might,

Stay here long,
Stay here bright.
Be my song,
Be my night.

I see her in everything

In every color in the trees

As branches point to their leaves

In every feel through the wind

When the race begins

In every splash from the ocean

When coming home is always its first devotion.



I see her when I don't see anything else

When the lights dim

In quiet rooms of vintage trim

When the shadows dance and spin

Gracefully throwing out the images from within.

I have not been alive long enough to see it all,
I have not gone to the extreme of life and death with the paths I have chose

But that does not make me less of anything
That does not mean I do not live the life that I was given by this infinite universe
I love and cherish and enjoy and laugh and smile and cry and scream and become silent

I am human
The bittersweet discovery of any era
We are human,
With conscience and non conscience minds
We go about changing and unchanging
Year after year there's something
Something new
Something drastic
Something to remember
Or nothing at all..

Be like water.
Still and calm as a pond.
Strong and harsh as a storm.

Even when it all feels like mud.

I just want to
scream
cry
shout
punch and
tear something apart..

All into one.

I want to
stand
on top of a mountain
and do the same
and if not,
I'd just
stand
still
and laugh all about it..

All into one.