My dreams are an interstellar spaceship
(gotta admit, that's pretty hip).
I close my eyes and they take me far
beyond the reaches of the farthest star.
There I sit and ponder
all the cosmic wonder
of life, love, luck and chance,
and all sorts of circumstance.

I look to the stars and see
hopes of life in natural beauty.
Every path a new possibility,
my wishes come near reality.
I look to the dark and see
my fears pooling in abyssal sea.
Undisturbed, they're left alone,
for by my hopes, they are outshone.

To me alone belongs this view,
but my dreams were built for two.
Alone, I feel the cold,
long for you to hold.
Come with me, I'll let you see
all the universe in majesty.
My dreams are an interstellar spaceship.
Won't you join me on this trip?

Life's a breeze
when all you know
are wind's whispers

Infinite galaxies created and destroyed,
distant memories long forgotten,
never spoken, never shared,
exist in reality? never a chance.

To bed I travel,
my thoughts unravel.
So weary am I,
as I close my eye.
I pray it comes soon
that sweetness of sleep.
For if not, I'll weep
and become a loon.

I walk in Your way, yet the chains make me stumble and fall.
You always catch me, but falling still hurts.
You never promised an easy path and though I am but one, I follow.
Others walk the same path as I, but I cannot see them through my own darkness.
My own pride dims the light, my worries cloud in the shroud of darkness that surrounds me.
I hear Your voice calling me, yet I hesitate,
too distracted by the false prophets of light, who call me by my desires and my failures
who show the path to my own destruction.
They bog me in the sea of my own inequities.
But no matter how much I stray, by my side You stay.
You try to carry me, yet I squirm and resist Your embrace. I close my ears to Your loving words.
I complain when I should listen. I hate when I should love.
I focus on the pebbles in my way, calling them boulders.
I complain about the hills as I stand on top of the mountains You've helped me climb.
I grow weary of a battle already won.
It is easier to sink into the depths of a pit than to fly with the wings of an eagle.
I grow passive to the grappling of smoky tendrils that entomb me in smoldering ash.
Forgive me, O Lord, of my ignorance of Your glory.
Breathe on me yet again and let me live with the burning desire of existing solely for you.
Through my own darkness may Your light shine.
May Your light be so bright that it blinds me to anything else.
May Your light never waver, never dim within me,
but let it grow ever increasingly, consuming all of me.
Use me to light the darkness.
This I pray to be. Amen.

Sinuses, you have won today,
but the night shall be mine,
for down my throat
I have poured the elixir of wonder
and shoved the grenade
of mucus dismemberment
and I have aerated my nostrils
with the flow of nase.
I may be pass through the night unknowingly,
but at least I know that you will not hinder me any longer.
No more will my brain try to escape its confounds,
no more shall my glasses feel like they are crushing my nose as a grape.
I shall sleep as you are conquered.
Yes, you may have won the day,
but I, I will have the night.

These words
are the droolings
of ruminate
thought outworn
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                                       and it is gone.