Palms overhead sway,
nudged by the occasional breeze.
The chatter crescendoes
before dying down...
To make way for the call of prayer.

It called to its followers.
So calm...
So sincere...

People hunched over their tables.
Savouring delights that came on plates.
Wafting aromas,
mingle like the swirls on candy.
Drenching our senses...
As we immerse ourselves further
in such good company.

I looked at the eyes that surrounded me...
Only soft, kind gazes greeted back.

There are no shadows here...
No silhouettes...
Only faces I know
generous with their gift of glow.

A rising warmth
emanates from the pits within.

In this here circle,
no matter how motley,
I feel alive.
I'm drinking up to a stupor...
This lovely band of five.

Hidden doors the path preaches
pyramids amongst sand dunes
white boy with feminine green eyes
Everybody wants *** with everyone

My hopes are the same as the ones that Icarus had,
Those mad impossible fantasies that always seem to make me glad, but the wax is dripping now,
My fantasies slipping out from within my grasp,
Hand holds slipping through the clouds I try to clasp,
My back reaching out to envelop and kiss the earth,
My decent a curse, as I watch those burning shining hopes fall away,
That Sun that brings me horror of night; so much longer than the day,
And all the way down I’m wishing I’d never flew so high,
Piercing and plummeting down and through the empty sky,
Why I’d ever tried to be something I could never be,
Feathers falling all about and away from me,
Every reason it could of and did go wrong for me to see,
Falling further and farther down from fantasy I wonder why,
Why it was that I, had ever dared to fly.

There was a moment today
When I felt it
In my chest
A warm cascade
Of utter joy
At being alive
Simply being
Who I am

My body tingled
My eyes lit up
My face broke into
A most natural smile

And I was just
Happy
To be who I am

And then
I snapped back
To myself
Like a rubber band
And how instantaneously
My mind
Took back control
Returning me
To my default
Of feeling
Less than I am

To accepting
The compromise
Of a smaller life

Of deciding
To be bound
By a lesser reality

To be fearful

But
Oh!
To feel free
For one split second

How wonderful to know
That unrestrained joy
To imagine
That I could live like that

How encouraging
To believe
In being happy
Just as I am

If your heart has empty places
And no music not even one song
It makes you feel that you are sad
And must’ve done someone wrong.

But having empty places
Means there’s room there for love to grow
And the ones that once abode there
Were meant to come and go.

And all your empty places
Means your life need not be dull
You are free to meet the people
That one day will make it full.

So if you heart has empty places
Just fill it with a song
Perhaps they are only empty waiting
For the right one to come along.