Wake up Silly
It’s here

Smoke from belly flame
Kindling licks
Dragon fire birth

Chills for thawing heart
Skin races
Softness sets in

Words on the tongue
Spring forward
Truth time tells

Face in the mirror
Flower budding
Never more beautiful

Music of inner voice
Vibrate soul
I made it

I. Made. It.

I should have been a creature with one claw
Snatched up newborn from the ocean floor
My song the scream of water through my shell
**** to buy and little more to sell
I would have paused to blink my one good eye
I would have heard the universe’s sigh
My song the scream of water through my shell
And no more than a minute spent in hell

Call the young and call the grown
Spectres from an early home
Let each memory unfurl;
Each one that was once my own

Fays that only knew my name
Nestled as before they came
Sprites that tap and talk and twirl
Somehow different and the same

Through the shutters, through the skies
Isolated streams and tries
Capped and callow, summer girl,
Always hated long goodbyes.

A symphony of bone chilling sirens smack loudly against the air
A type of diseased fear crashes down on the senses, like a massive glacier that dreads the approaching summer solstice, knowing its days are at end
A smoky voice whispers " Its happening again"
A mind is slowly gaining light, escaping the desolate dark
A snow white rubber room, a chemical stink lingers in confined space
A man sits in the strangling embrace of his favorite jacket