Taken from the grayest clouds, charcoal mist collecting my thoughts Entwining my heart with pointed sorrow as my stupidity takes center stage to a sold out show
Weakened at the knees, dis-jointed disappointments, assumptions falter my eyes Blinded by the sight of one more licking the seasoned wounds of past regrets
Channeling frustrations with a remote, the mute button not working Shoe fittings find my mouth, at least in silent words Crying inside and outside too, rivers of lost dreams stored in a mason jar…its lid rusted shut
Wrenching my fingers, twisted knots, lacing fears that are merely a mirage yet still flourish in desert dreamscapes fluctuating as camels drink from my oasis on Wednesdays
Then, as if a window opens, words are heard
simple short phrases tiny syllables counted in Senryu fashion
and in an instant my heart spins in circular motions A smile of winged happiness adorns my face, sun pours through and zephyrs unfurl their sweet aromas, dancing from flower to flower…to my heart
It is amazing how words can effect us and all it takes is a whisper of affection, a declaration of caring from you to me, to make this moment, this day, this world…the perfect place