I was strolling down my suburban street
Wandering, pondering, enjoying the day,
When, as the pavement hit my feet,
A calming thought came my way.

It floated gently to me, riding on the wind,
And implanted itself in my buzzing brain.
I know, strangely I say this with a grin,
But if falls off my tongue like a gentle Autumn rain.

If things had gone like I planned, 3 months ago I'd be dead.
I would breathe no breath to fill my lungs.
Bear no thoughts to behold my head.
Live no longer to climb life's rungs.

I would be gone, like a whisper in the dark,
Absconding into the unknown oblivion waters of Lethe.
But instead, I flew; like a skylark,
and disengaged my rusty sword from rusty sheath.

I fought my way out from that blistering Hell,
And my cold, frosted skin welcomed the morning sun.
I heard, then, what I can only describe as a victory bell.
At that moment I knew that I had won.

I dug myself out of this deep, dank grave
And found myself smiling at the trees.
My ears perk while songbirds rave,
And I accepted against my flesh, the breeze.

count from one to ten
take a deep breath of fresh air
close your eyes, exhale

I know it's alright,
And everything
is going to be fine.
I know I am loved,
And I love too.
I know my life
Is almost easy now.
I know pain is gone,
I know I am stable,
I know I am strong.
I know who I am,
My little piece of world
Seems to me more stable
Than ever.
And it is.
Everything is so quiet.
I know what I am doing
And what I have done.
I even know what to do
In my future.
Good, good, so good.
No problems at all.
But I just want to sleep.
To keep this still calm outside
Inside me as well.
I want to make it mine.
And so I am quietly
Sitting on my bed now,
And I know all these things,
I know even more.
Everything is beautiful.
But please let me sleep now.

My final hour lay me down,
Pitch wings come gather round.
Stars defaced they shed no light
Whether by choice or lack of might.
The hands of Father Time stand still.
Upon my skin, a creeping chill.
Mother Nature takes up the knife,
She saws the fragile string of life.
She doesn't clip through and get it done,
She drags it out, she's having fun.
It's getting dark, I cannot see.
I don't know who is here with me.
Whether there is someone,
Or no one at all
It doesn't matter my life is done.
I've taken and tried, through it I've crawled
I've stumbled, got up, tried to run, once again to fall.
The soft black feathers, tender are they.
Cradled in wings of darkness I lay.
One last movement, the life line snaps.
And everything around goes black.

Our orbits crash
Forming new planets and galaxies.

Small touches of the hand
All accidental
Send us spiraling around each other.

Pulling each other in
Creating new wonders.

Sun's glory set alight the autumn leaves I saw this morning,
It kindled consolation for my 9 am start,
Tyranny of traffic and bustling city found me yawning,
But they were no match for autumn's fire that did calm this anxious heart.

A beauty bitter sweet is oft more potent than just sugar,
Sweetness alone won't the seeds of awe sow,
Autumn knows her time is short and demands you look at her,
She was so bold this morning, she had given us a rainbow.