I continue on these roads of life,
seldom knowing where I'm headed.
I simply search for the moments
I will remember in my old age,
with a satisfied glow and fulfilled heart.

My future self knows what my present self wants now.
So I listen to my angel's whispers,
passing clues from my lives abound;
& all dimensions that surround me.

My life tells a story
that has already been;
has never been,
and will be, all at once.

And so with this, I can be calm.
I am rested
in the embrace
of the tantalizing touch
of all that is,
will be,
has,
and has not ever been.

My essence is immortal.

I am all and none of these things.

Of madness, I am.
I don't have a plan.
I fall for my own tricks -
For the feel of a sweet bliss.
It entrances me with
a taste of a soul's kiss -
One of which
makes a fire in the midst
of a melting chaos.

Just when I think I have it all,
Along comes another reason to fall.

How might I go
about knowing you?
In my head I suppose
I know the truth.
A thousand love stories
and they're all new,
to me. They're all true,
to me. They're all blue.

For love is a sad and intricate thing.
Love isn't bad but a beautiful ring,
of the chimes that hang in my old soul.
This is the sound of eternities colliding.
There is no hiding from this great pull.

The Angels might call me the Goddess of Madness.
For I like my tea hot but my coffee cold with poetry.