A new day has dawned
and I must decide what
to bring with me from yesterday.

I spend my nights
Making the kind
of memories
that turn into the stories
trees will breathe
For centuries

I
Cry,
Retry
finally
FLY
high up in the
SKY.
❤

She  rolled  over,
       and  buried  half  her  face
             in her pillow,
        and  smiled slightly.

   It was then, the overwhelming
          realization hit me
               that there is
         so much more to life
     than  simply  surviving  it.

            And it was then I
     understood  that  we  are
                  mosaics -
            pieces  of  light,

                              love,

                              history,

                              stars -

       glued together with Magic
                                   and Music
                                   and Words.
                                                                                        Jon York   2019

If there is strength out there I know where to find it.
Take it by my hands.
Look at it in my eye.
I will not rest, I will not sit until it is mine.
I have never seen strength before
Embodied in a physical form.
I have had strength but it was weakened
And I did not care for it.
My eye was not strengthened by this so-called strength.
I know that coveting is a vice.
Quite literally it is a vice that entraps and ensnares
But my motives are pure
And therefore I do not covet
I aspire.