If I’m outside
My gaze is always upwards
Staring towards the heavens
Whether it’s day or night

Sometimes its hard to tell
My head will be forward
But my eyes drifting up
Ever so slightly
For a world so beautiful
The prettiest sight is the sky

If I sit near a window at night
I’ll find my eyes traveling
Away from the computer
Or TV
Or my homework
To gaze at the stars

Before the night sky is emblazoned with firey ***** of light
I sometimes try to sit and wait for them fade into view
So I can see how many I can count
My record is 28
Before so many fade into view at once
That it’s impossible to keep track

For me, stars are like people
Beautiful
Shining
But neither last

And usually, before I realize
Before I can do anything
My gaze falls on them too late
Because by the time I see them
They’re both gone

Offer your words
At the altar of poetry
See the words blossom
Into fragrant flowers
Aroma of the soul
In the poems

In the deep, dark forest...
I stand alone.
Watching the tails of tree's dance.

Bellowing roars erupt in my soul.
As the Lion takes hold...

The beast I once feared..
Has my soul.

Her Scent
came wafting to me
drifting over the waters
floating through the air
fluttering amongst the woods
waving along the shores
of the Sea
of my Mind,
faintly perceived...
Entangling me in a Reverie,
Transcending
my state of Presence,
my Existence
to a place
where She stood
Alone
Smiling
and
her Scent
lingering
over my Senses...
becoming one with my Breath..
Absolute Bliss!

What else one can ask for?