I have no more poems left in me,
The moonless sky has taken them all away,
And because stars are beautiful I let them be,
Hoping they would light up your way.

Blue sky lightning bolt.
This is not a sunburn.

Struck to the Ground of
Gratitude by the merciless

Fist of serendipity as I toss the
Puzzle in the air and watch the

Pieces land perfectly in place.
Knowing lightning won't hit twice

I stand back mindblown and blissful.
For the first time in so long

The Man Upstairs and I speak
The same language.

There's listening to be done
On both sides.

Half full.
Half empty.

Thank God
For this

Glass.

you're not going to there at 3 in the afternoon and nobody's home to stop me
you're not going to be there when my heart is heavy and aching in my chest
you not going to be there when I put the third cigarette between my lips
just because I know how much you hate the taste of it
you won't be there when I take one step closer to the edge
you won't be there when the golden red strings that held me together start breaking in millions of tiny pieces that will forever fly across the universe and finally set my soul free