When you stand tall
Looking beyond the clouds
Vast nothingness
Welcomes you
Lucky you have reached
Through the filters
Your soul set free
As it now soars above
Levitating among space
Filled with celestial truth
A higher resonance
Your frequency matches
With the similar wavelength
Burdened illusions down below
Here, truth has found safe haven
You enter the sanctum sanctorum
Privileged among hallowed souls
Charismatic, euphoric
At the benevolence of this place
Graffiti on the hearts
And hymns emanating from souls
A rhythm with the awareness
You flew beyond
Nothing, to hold you back

So very fast
traumatic Impact
total White Out
shook out from me
what's left of me
is now rearranged.

Once what was
well-oiled cogs
under-hood
still miffed
by the ***** of
Sudden Shift-ing.

I raised up from
my Chest Cavity
in a Mist ~
Wild,
my Primal Scream.

This wasn't
a dream
but rather
some kind of
grainy
film flickering
nightmare
howling beast,
"More
Blood Lust
Please!!"

Wipe up these wounds
and earthen dirt,
Arise, Re-connected.

Focus on the life inside
your
Innerlight
~to see You through~

Stand up Staight and Proud
Soldier-Boy/
Soldier-Girl

Rise!

Walk
with
Head held High

Rise!

Only the Strong know why~

Resilient
Soul
would not
Shake Away~
with You
It stays

Rise!

Courageous
Strong
and
Brave

the trees gush every time you're around,
the song of your sound is the best thing in town,
the heat from your feet melt the snow on the ground

the wind whistles a warmer rushing movement
expanding out from the flush of your touch
twirling, twisting and reminiscing
this double helix kind of feeling

I'm sewing the growing knowing of rhythm around into a flowing ballroom gown
blushing a crimson kind of steam under the spotlights in my dream ~
when curtain calls as morning falls,
I take my bow and change of scene.

No matter how dark the bedroom,
I can always see your eyes
Seeing mine.

Sometimes your hands follow;
Find my face or other
Skin.

Mine may reply, reach to
Feel, draw to kiss.
And there is fire in this.

No matter how dark the day.
Clouds heavy with rain promising
Thunder:  

A child with a toy on the floor,
Undaunted; preoccupied,
Leaving worry to us grown-ups

Gathering pillows from balconies;
Seeing a storm as more than it is.
There is fire in this.

I've held shaking hands over a
Keyboard wet with tears, trying,
Trying to put words

On the burning within; the
Heart broken and rebroken
Until it needed

Stitches and staples
To hold together, finally
Finding faint flickering flames

Deep within the darkest darkness
Of that abyss. Whispering relieved:

*There is fire in this...