Sadness is but a wave in the plentiful ocean of life.

" I wish I had someone to ride with me, the way down town... Delve into the rabbit-hole, flip us inside out. Wishing for nothing other than the pleasure each other can offer. I want a friend. A *****, clean, friend. I'm not afraid to say what I need. I wish for someone to walk into the dark with me. I want someone so irrefusably crystalline, that in a simple kiss, I'd shoot to the stars, and blast out a dream. " **

missmica_

The things we do.
The things we try and prove.
Are they really good for me?
Am I benefiting you?

Sometimes I don't know why.
I mean- I fight , I lose.
Why should I try?
My demons will never leave me.
Even if I push them out! I beg! I cry!

And I want you to see,
Only all the good in me.
But I have come to realize,
Sometimes things, they just don't die.
They only tend to multiply.

And I know what I've done shame.
I've taken all the blame.
I've stabbed at myself.
Tore myself up.
Said I'd never do again the same.

For you I want to be your Queen.
Right by your side,
You know what I mean.
Your side kick, your hero.
Your ultimate love. Your friend,
And everything in between.

But then I fail to live up to expectations.
To you, I bet that's an understatement.
It's only for you I tried to be-
I only ever tried to achieve-
Something I could not conceive.

And I am so in love with you.
I love everything you do.
But are you really good for me?

And am I benefiting you?

I don't know anything about the depth we shared.
Running through time, I pass through it all.
Kind of sad; rather mad.
And a whole lot of scared.
But it's stripped all down & bare,
In front of you...
That is my softest landing.

So why does such stop me from soaring?
Like a bird told not to chirp in the morning.
Her sounds will come anyway...
Just now have you ever got a sad song.

Tales of a faerie with too much magic.
Running out of room in the cage of your love.

These weaving streets
pounding with
lovers' heart beats.

I know these things
tear you apart inside.

The way that we light fire to hearts,
And we burn them for the light.

These streets, they're pounding.
Drops of salty rain dampen the flame.
Fight the fire.
Burn up more of our desires.

Until desire runs out.
Until the fire dies out.

These wastelands, they're drowning.
What is left in wreckage is more than before.
Darker ashes.
Vaster endings.
And a heart-felt war.

As I sift the remnants of my love from this dust,
I whisper to the sky:
"Your almond eyes tell beautiful lies."
and I bury my heart goodbye.

I keep my dreams alive.
Subliminal focus.
I see the line of time.

Dimensional abilities.
Opening awareness.
I see the possibilities.

Have we all gone mad?

Attachment for a smile.
Love should have no cost,
So we're apart for a while.

Please, for me, define divine.
The love rush and the freedom,
I wish just to intertwine.

But has it all gone bad?

Success is true harmony.
The world and my love.
Explosion of a chemistry.

A lightworker's dream.
Lift & love from
the consciousness stream.

And we will lose the sorrow of sad.

Oh what a day, I will be only glad.

" & on the darkest nights,
I feel deeply inclined...
to invite the sky
to fully unwind,
and wrap its stars
around my mind. "

◇

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

I open the book.
The first word reads,
"Destined."

Afraid,
I turn the page,
And I rest into restless text.

Lines and curves
Come together
Making the letters
That make the words
That make you, and
I start to fall in love with your adjectives.

As the story writes,
This astonishment I have of you
Was inevitable.

"𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦." 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

As I read on,
Collected shapes
Come together
Forming the symbols
That create the words
That tell the story
Of what it's like for us to touch.

Seamless sentences
Flow through the pages
Floating our love
Down the river that is
This book.

This story is not for the faint of heart.
For there are rapids,
Rocks,
And falls
Along the way.

There are even times
When we both tried
To write ourselves
Right off the page.

But every time,
The pen just comes around to the other side of the paper.

"𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦." 𝘐 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯.

Our love,
It separates and
Circulates before it
Gravitates us
Back together again.
And again.

Realizing now that this book is a constant.
That we've been written into the same story.
That we float down the same river.

And even when it
Splits in two
And I can't see you
I don't worry,
Because I know you're just
Some pages over,
Writing a part
Of your story.

"𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦." 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯...

They talk about the times
When I couldn't find you
In the same chapter.

Periods when your name
Had not been seen next to mine
For so long,
I thought maybe
You found a way
To get the pen
Off the page.

Then just as I would
Conquer my rapids
And approach a place of calm,
Out of no where
You would float along.
And just like that
It felt like
You were never even gone.

United we float,
Our names in tow
Each with a pen
On the page
And a row
In the boat.
Writing the story that writes us.

"Where does this river go?"
You ask. And suddenly,
I know.

"This is where we have been headed along."

We silently drift to the end.
But the water does not fall,
Instead,
The river runs into a rising sky.
Flowing ribbons of crystal lace.
This is our meeting place.
We have been here once before.

Have we been enough?

Two souls,
With a thousand stories
Lived and told.

A thousand timeless masterpieces.

"𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺,
"𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭."
And that is when her heart began to swell.

Ancient stories locked
In our DNA, released
Into the universal sea.
And finally,
She could see
All the lessons
That she needs
To at last
Complete
Her healing.

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻.

And so it seems,
Our fountains are filled
With masterpieces
Lived and killed.
We will move into eternity.
This I know certainly.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

I stand at the edge of the earth.
The outside looking in.
I tremble at the art
this world has to give.
I shiver at the sound
of love so profound.
This place so beautifully daunting.

Was I ever really ready?

The offering place of all that I am,
Is a fountain rich with the blood of thousands.
For I have been two-thousand hands,
And a thousand masterpieces.

Silent songs sweep my heart,
Of every noise that hurts my head;
When the thousand-handed fountain,
Coats my love in red.

Earthly intended de-scension.
Becoming that of all imperfection.
Here is where I begin my forward movement,
Into this forever fractured moment.

Let me not forget,
The spirals of wisdom,
Rested in the red,
Of lives before now.
The spirit knows how;

So I bring it all within me.

Madness rules us all,
In the first life and the last.
My thousand-handed fountain,
Will feel you for that.

Shining on me - I thank the Sun.
Reminding me of an old song,
So I can hear it like a new one.

Here is our meeting place;
Flowing ribbons of crystal lace ~
The river runs into a rising sky.

Have I been enough?

My fountain nearly filled,
With masterpieces lived and killed.
Will I move into eternity?
Someday, certainly.
So this is it.

*I will find this place again.

She carries the weight,
As she tries to walk straight.
She cannot help but seethe.

Treading through mud,
And emotional blood.
Constantly trying to breathe.

The pain that she felt,
From the cards she was dealt -
Not knowing the reasons why.

The tears she would weep,
From a sadness so deep,
That echoes and amplifies.

For the rest of her life,
At the edge of a knife -
The slightest movement will ****.

"Keep calm. Keep steady.
Get with it already."
Or all that's distasteful will spill.

Behind all her mystery,
Is sadness and misery -
A truth she wants no one to find.

"She's magic" they'll say,
Before they run astray.
To this madness they won't be confined.

She will never be risen,
For her body's a prison,
Her mind, a bitter disease.

But they have a choice.
Without her, they'll rejoice.
They can live however they please.

Her soul is tired; heart is spent.
- Generational Torment -
Seeping from the past into each day.

Sifting through; righting what's wrong.
Hoping that her love is strong,
Enough for all the pain to be repaid.

Maybe one day, finally
A healed being she will be.
It's all she ever wanted all along.

She can't run from this existence,
But perhaps with some persistence,
Maybe she can finally belong.

She cries for you, she cries for me.
She cries for every long lost being.
She just wants the suffering to end.

A lineage of damage
On her plate to manage -
A lifetime of work to transcend.

Look past the hurt, beyond the pain.
It is clear what still remains:
The beginnings of a budding lotus flower.

This is nature, seeking nurture.
To this earth she needs an anchor.
This is the beginning of her power.

~ ☼ ~

I'm coming home soon
I promise you.

I almost there.
I am almost bare.

Cracking back open
Every part of myself.

Taking my love back down
From the shelf.

I miss you and I need you.
I'm coming home soon.

Cause I miss writing my soul to you.

It is here, in this space,
When I feel most at ease.
I am not quite awake,
Yet not quite in a dream.

There is warmth around my body.
There is quiet in my mind.
My feet, they rub together.
Your lips, my mouth will find.

This is our querencia;
A place so safe for us.
I worry not of troubles.
I am only filled with trust.

It is here, I am at peace.
It is here, I am most safe.
Because nothing can break through,
The dream space we create.

I want to stay forever.
Please, can we never leave?
The sun is sure to come,
But with you, I want to be.

It is here, I am insouciant.
It is here, I can escape.
All the hardships of my life,
There is nothing it can take.

For here, I am protected.
I am safe in your embrace.
Together, falling in and out.
This dreaming-waking place.

Embraced again
My soul races
And is nourished times ten.
Filled with sacred knowings -
The mind's eye is glowing.
Reaching heights
Of indigo light.
Soft
And gracing the skin
Gently
As i fall within.

Flowing amidst
I am pieces of the sea.
I innerstand the motions
Of the winds that we breathe.
I see love growing green.
Stitching in gold, the fabrics
Of our never ending dream.

Together is our only way
To save our sleeping days.
United we can awake.
I am forever chasing grace.

Blessed again
With an exotic luxury.
The world
And love's potency
Is floating me along.
I tune in to
My favourite song
And slowly drift away.
Reaching heights
Of violet light.
Quiet
And losing the time
Clearly
As I fully unwind.

Floating admist
I am particles of air.
Simple stardust being -
So transcendent and aware.
We are a never ending flow
This is the only thing to know.
So I bring this all within me.
For here's our biggest goal:
To Stretch Beyond Our Realm,
And Be One Universal Whole.

Together is our only way
to save our sleeping days.
With love we can awake.
I am forever embracing grace.


☼


(( miss.....mica. )) ***

I wish to rest in your embrace.
To feel your finger curl my hair,
and trace my healed scars.
Envelope me in the inspiration
of your crystal breath.
Your embrace is my destination,
Love is my test.

Ocean breezes and Sun rays
Brush my crown and say :

" You Are Your Own Now. "

and it frees the pain away.

Silent times enrich my heart.
Sandy shores of broken starts.
Rusty edges guide the way.
My love has run astray.
...and I'm heading for the hills.
What for?
A fancy metaphor?
I have plenty more
In shrine time.
Where the roads wind,
And we live the real angle
Of a squared triangle.

Resting now I wonder, what is next?
Light & Sound will manifest
a true destiny
of centred heart
& gravity.

floating on, I just wish
the daggers of pain to be missed,
For our Journey to breathe clean,
still,
                crystal,
                          ­     mist.


And I will find you there,
Setting a sideways glare,
Romancing the moon.
I can see you in blue.
The dripsy gypsy caravan,
Will sing us the tune.
Press and feel the life,
Of a flower fractled love<3
Kiss me with your warm breath.
I grace you with the Sun's caress.

Higher minded now.

And we stumble for the stars...
Alone in our palace.
Riding the waves of the heart.

We live through the molecules,
Of sacred combinations.
To create a cozy transportation
To the life made of Creation.

Full Circles Never Stop.

We Spiral, Forward, Further...

The waves engulf a Large Rock.

Splashes of memories encoded in the sea,
Translate the energy,
We give through you and me.
We are Captains of the Conscious Sea!
Trailing towards our victory.

We Are the Sacred Journey.

And within a Simple Touch.
Air for us to breathe.
We let go of the little things,
We know we must release.

For We Are In Our Own Hands Now.

The paths will wind us tight in line,
And far across at the same time.

Rest your mind,

And breathe again,

My dear.

This is my time,
to be released.

To leave behind,
midaged beliefs.

Uproot the past
& plant new seeds.

Tend to my garden
& water my dreams.

I grow flowers from visions
& pick wisdom off trees.

Thoughts ripen in the berries
& I harvest the seeds.

I sow kindness in rows,
next to seeds of belief.

I grow herbs sown from hope.
Harvest love from snap peas.

I offer my confidence,
to dandelion seeds.

To grow in the cracks
of the sidewalks, between.

Intuition, year-round
grows on evergreen trees.

The depths of its roots,
sink as deep into me.

Wild-smile flower-fields.
Lilac kisses, serene.

Lavender loves laughter
& the scent of dopamine.

Sexuality is ripened,
Nestled in the tangerine.

Creativity grows on vines,
& blooms into epiphanies.

I found grounding in the basil.
Infused rosemary with peace.

& what I find in thyme,
exists purely spiritually.

I rest my soul in the garden
& I feel her cherish me.

She accepts my every fragment
& I listen to her needs.

I learn to tend the darkness.
& to keep my temple clean.

To water everything with love
& divine light frequencies.

To nurture the new growth,
by snipping off dead leaves.

To invite source inside.
& be open to receive,

The cleansing of my spirit
& its ancient history.

Taking shape, we make form
of what we choose to believe.

Bringing forth new flowers,
Into our reality.

So, I tend to my successes
& pull out all the weeds.

I lay gardenbeds of seedlings,
that from feelings, I reaped.

Every outcome is concocted,
of whats currently perceived.

So stay up here with me,
& please, don't go to sleep.

Don't run in the dark,
chasing what's out of reach.

& if I seem quiet,
then Im not asleep.

I am tending my garden,
Bringing life to my dreams.

♡
.................

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

I had a dream I sewed your sheets onto my bed last night.

As if stitching them together, might...
keep us here forever.

As if our dreams becoming tethered, might...
be worth divine endeavor.

As if sewing strands together
of our hair, into the feathers
of our pillow soaked in pleasure, might...
be something we should treasure.

But then i woke up to discover,
I'd been sleeping in the center...
& from my bed, your sheets were severed.

▪︎ mica light ▪︎