What is it
about you moon
that brings out
the weirdness in folks
full moons cause
such lunacy
it's madness
all you do
is sit up there
and shine.

Astonished at the plethora of cars outside my casket, I try to get up. But, I'm held down by chains. It's so bright through the little cracks in The casket that I have to squint my eyes.
The sunRays ask me, "are you ready for this ride?"
I'm pinned down, hell bound. All these gifts decorated around me and on top of me signify that I'm decaying.
I am the epitome of the hearts grief. Since day one I was infected by your leave. Theres a honk, then A crash. Caused by the distraction of me being buried. Theres a hole in the window, theres a girl in the seat and there's a screech.
"Wait for me girl!" I scream. I scramble to get free. Get me out of here. Where's the rescue for her soul? The wreckage burdens me. As people flea my scene, I see backs turn from me.
Just a bit overheated, i awake from this peculiar dream. Also me in the parking lot, with the key, foot on brake, rumbled and shakes to start for a drive.
It then dawns on me; I'm going to my own funeral.

Been so long, since I felt this way,
at a loss for words, what's left to say?
As inspiring as this feeling may seem,
it's hard to explain, much like a dream.
Mind is tired, can't sit still,
my heart is something you seem to fill.
Smiles made easy, never a frown,
is how I feel when you are around.
But now it is time to say the cliché,
I hope you have a Happy Valentine's Day.

This is a tale of marvel and wonder
Of adventure and treasures
So full of Splendor
Not gold, nor money could ever compare
To allow yourself to be free of all care
To absorb a new scent, to learn a new thing
Curiosity, what a curious thing
But, I digress from the adventure at hand
I must now tell you about this man
He packed his belongings
Yearning for something new
He undertook an adventure to grow, he grew
Left his family and friends with a heavy heart
But deeper down he knew, he needed the fresh start
He traveled miles upon miles to a foreign land
He knew not the language, nor how to get around
But quickly he learned to open his mind,
His heart did follow close behind
He adapted and grew
With friendships anew
Bond deeper than oak roots
Friends truer than true

He felt he learned about the world and himself too
He felt he had re-blossomed
Like the spring flowers in bloom
An awakening of the spirit,
A stimulant to the mind
These are the treasures that will last a lifetime.
The moral of the tale is simple as this….
Experience, indulge, and give this big world a look
It’s never too late to rewrite your book.

The fields are green
Lush in the spring
The flowers, a welcome sight
For the winter was cold
And the wind it blew bold
It chilled the bones in the night

The sunshine filters in
dancing starlight across your cheeks
crisp white teeth gleam
behind sun-kissed lips
And I smile
because you
are all
            mine.

A day's December sun
creates a distant glow
a reminder of summer days
with prairie stalks reaching
and grasses spreading below
in feminine earthy warmth..
The gift of sunlight
expresses our awareness
being and knowing itself..
This vignette of life
unveiled in memory
now veiled but glimmering
an eternal reminder
this afterglow
on a December day...

God killed Summer.

But caught her mid-Fall,
And laid her in a goldenrod dress.
We held our breath-and wept
To see her more lovely in sleep:
        Green eyes closed brown,
                   Crimson lips
                           Windswept hair

God cried hardest-
Saturated her bedside in rain.
We drank deep draughts of her vibrant complexion
Brandishing onto our gaze
Her rosy palms and frosting fingers.

God blanketed Summer.
With a sheet of fine lace,
And lowered her into the earth.

We trudged home in the snow.
Her warmth had left us cold,
But we carried God's promise burning our ears:

"Whatever entity I take,
With tenfold will I bring.
Our Summer's hardy, just you wait-
And from her grave she'll Spring!"