I watch in wonder Wide eyed and mystified As the highway lines sway like jump ropes in the wind My eyes are playing tricks on me again as I see a jack rabbit hopping in the dark Pitch black mind you, only my headlights in the sky of the new moon I'm not afraid of the dark anymore Seeing life in slow motion, changes your perspective, not only your perception
Listening only to the sound of the wind flying by the side panels sometimes the car rattles just to fill the silence
A new knowing that I'm not quite willing to accept. How do you let go in to the magic of the universe when you still don't trust yourself?
For tears that fall On hollow cheeks When the weeks feel like years And the years feel like weeks.
And you sit by a grave Where the roses grow But the rose that you seek Is buried below.
You have my heart Heavy with sorrow For the velvet rose With no tomorrow.
Absolutely over the moon (if a little shocked) to see that this piece made the daily. Thank you all so much for your comments - I promise to reply to you all individually at some point soon. It was an extremely emotional, difficult, but ultimately cathartic write. Dedicated to our wee Shane, who we will never forget ***
Today I sit with my coffee And I like life right now, I can feel it. I almost touched my own soul When the brew came out to perfection, And my tongue did not burn.
Today I sit at my table in deep contemplation And in these momentary boxers I sit as I gulp down life's immensity, So much and so little! I buried myself in this moment, And in this moment I have become Everything and a sip.
I write the infinity of a cup, After all it is great coffee, With my beloved own pen And paper stating that a poem is born, And repeating this gesture, I take another sip, The poem writes itself, Always and never!
I'd like to immortalise this cup, And the millennium will march, This organism's had enough, Anxiety kicks in, So much life in a cup!