bars of moonlight
materialize through shuttered blinds
to dissolve my pillow
into the prison dimension
of dreams,
slipping in and out
of this reality.

voice calls gently in the night
dreams awaken lucid flight
gazing from Orion's shore
Angels open Heaven's door
shadows cross the face of Mars
lovers count the falling stars
Sun evokes a gentle breath
to mark another twilight's death
awaken dreamer to morning's light
dreams rest silent til birth of night

A parable of enduring love hereafter , my soul applied to song , voiced on the wind by the very instrument of God ...
My heart in her receivership forevermore , my star in the Autumn night directing me home , a ravenous , emaciated vessel having found benefit of welcome shore .. In the grace of eventide , gulls cry , explore the surface of the oceans , faithful in their travails across the tumultuous waters , birds that long for the fidelity I propose before you , my one and only ...

My hand swiftly moves on the paper,
Inking each page,
With words full of love,
In such haste,
To assimilate the broken strings,
Of this writers block that I had been pulled in.

Out of shape
I bend slowly
into an old
man.

You're alive, but are you really living?

You have your head wrapped around your phone. You burry your face in your pillow every night, thinking about every problem you have to face the next morning. You're facing yourself in the mirror wondering how in the world you will cover that humungous blemish that made itself at home in the middle of your forehead.

Now, let me ask why.
Why do trivial things like this matter?

They don't.

In those precious moments, you have missed so many great things...

You were too busy on your phone to see the way the sun rises so beautifully in your bedroom window. You were so caught up in your own problems that you forgot to look around and see all the problems the world has solved. You were so entranced in the mirror, focusing on that blemish that you failed to notice your beauty, your self worth.

Now, let me ask you again.
You're alive, but are you really living?