I think of the stars

That you gaze with admiration at night. As you close them, the faint sprinkle of them are left for your dreams.

This galactic mind explodes and is reborn again.
To shine brighter than yesterday with one smile.

With the gaze of joy and wonderful hope.
With the brain with scattered ideas just as the milky way is pictured

It should be reminded that each planet has a moon or sun or both. Each of these glare through your eyes to see the beauty in you.

When I think of you
I am in love with you once more,

Me

I am here
I am here
To live and to share

This seed died into what felt like 8 inches of black dirt  

Black dirt, a scent i love to smell
you know a scent that makes you smile that makes you think that today is much brighter than yesterday, a sunnier day you haven’t felt for quite a while

One drip of bitter water is what made that seed grow left and right but not up,
up to the sky where it believed it thought it was with the stars that gazed at it and it gazed back with admiration wishing it be beautiful as them

It was lavished with clear fresh water everyday but at night, at night those nights of your bitter water that at times it felt it was all It lived for

I need it, I need it, I want it, I want it…..I think I want it

Till its realization its coat had been planted, soaked, planted soaked planted soaked planted soaked planted soaked planted and soaked and weakend into dirt

And no not that fresh black scented dirt that made it smile that made it feel like a brand new day

It was the kind of dried dirt that leaves your mouth dry as if a sand storm had hit it that now choked it

The belief of air was just inconceivable to it. When left alone for too long it needed its water for no one else noticed it, needed it,
Or so it thought

This night it thought it wanted one drip it made it nervous knowing that that bitter taste was not right its first does was fun for it was touched all around its shell cool and smooth

It thought it thought it thought is what woke it up to realize it wasn’t what it thought it wanted

Its last does change it all
8 silent months it was left alone with no sound thought everyone else made it while they passed and laughed

Roouunnd and surrounded it yelled for the sacred water of life

There it is there it is a pair of eyes a pair of hands and one heart
You are worth more than this dried up dirt that’s compressed your coat that’s tainted your soul even with you own words
To something. You are not
They don’t love me they don’t love me they don’t love me shouting believing that whatever touched it that whatever tried to provide nutrition nobody loved it

The evening's still and quiet
and the katydids abound.
The flag is hanging listlessly
as I listen to their sound.

Desultory the summer air,
as though the world awaits,
"Something evil this way comes."
the foe is at the gates.

A feeling of impending doom
accompanies the air.
Nothing moves.
A stifling presence hovers over there.

Like a blanket, smothering
t'is much too hard to breathe.
And yet, my arms are paralyzed
and sword, I can't unsheathe.

I watch as shadows gather
in miasma up the street.
A harbinger of evil
with an odor, sickly sweet.

I feel it getting nearer
and my heart beats fast with fright.
What imagination ...
on a stifling summer night.

Life comes at us in waves
Instead of hiding away in a cave
I take to the water
I glide to the bottom and look up
Sunlight on the surface is breathtaking
It breaks into a million pieces
Glittering like diamonds in the sea
The light bounces and does a dance for me
It is soft and serene
and puts me at ease

I don't need a time machine
to take me back to that moment
The songs take me back
back to when I was trying to
figure out myself
figure out life
I get lost in the songs
close my eyes
I am content to just pretend
that I'm wild and free
and yes that I am young again
The songs take me back :)