just because you feel it,
or think it,
doesn't mean it's true.

Strike me down
And
I will light
A FIRE
Up under your
*****

It's time to be happy,

happy to the tip of my toes & flicks of my rather short eyelashes.

Sometimes, when I write,
Not on a whim of fancy flight,
No -- on a matter of desire,

Sometimes, I delve too deep
Like a dreamer lost in sleep
When all the world's afire

And sometimes, I think
This time I've passed the brink,
In my desire to learn

Through empathic guided dreams,
And this time, it seems
I might never return.

.
Adrift...                    
Time has no hold over these
currents that carry me.
Coursing over this seemingly
endless journey.
Caressed and nudged
by an invisible hand...
Perhaps my grave awaits below...
Where light is swallowed
and is too afraid to show.
The desolate demeanor
of the submerged tombless land.

Adrift...                    
Blind to what lays in store...
Oblivious to...
The faint whispers of a distant shore.
The mythical horizon is but a dream,
worthy only to the steadfast
and the resilient.
Not to those who'd fray at the seams.

Adrift...                    
Ripples amass and finally cresting.
Wake up... Waves are breaking.
The sand beckons bearing open arms
to home and sanctuary.
I glance back to
the calm of the watery plain.
My feet aren't ready to be received by
the grit and grain.
I'd like to linger here...
In the water, with the shore so near.
For I've longed and travelled far...
but
I'm still not yet ready...
.