Morning breeze
Rustle of leaves
Feet intertwined

Smell of pancakes
Hot coffee
Lips that inch away with mine

Comforting duvet
Soft pillows
Fingers tracing patterns on my cheek

Sun rays
Brush of your breath
"Wake up beautiful"

Opening my eyes thinking,
'I would never wanted to wake up with someone else, just you.'

Attuned.

Those whose thoughts have not sprung
from the cadence of waves
will never know songs that were ancient
when all the now agéd were young.

Those whose respect the vast ocean
accepts speak its tongue, sense
vagaries known only to weathered
faces turned to catch tidal motion.

Those whose minds are ocean-attuned,
gather storm-ebb's precocious
mood as ****'s mineral wealth floats
in with extras like fresh crab food.

Those whose living has grown safer
with knowing sea-swell pictures
wave behaviour hear vague whispers
of sound-change in rising breakers.

Those who receive news of bad gales
before skies turn black have read
wisdom's past signs and hear sea-bed
rhythms not heard by strangers.

Night of the kettle drum roll
Of black shrouds enflamed with
jagged prosecution
Of the gray coyote disoriented with invisible
confusion
Twilight of the elements hurtling a thousand miles an
hour
Night of the ever constant fight for power

Compose yourself!

Make of yourself
Whatever you want your life to be

You are not destined
To live in chains

Rather you are destined
To soar above treetops
Painting the universe
With your own unique
Song of life

Compose yourself!

Because only you
Possess the innate
And unique
Genius
With which to create
The world’s first
Symphony
Of you

Compose yourself!

Compose
Your
Self

The puppet master cut the strings
and left the puppets free to sin

One month
and many thousands of words
and yet.

My feelings are not 100%
and my head is messier
than I thought it could get.

but I'm happy with writing
these words for you;
some are ****
but some are good too.
And I'm happy because of
all the tallented people I've met.