You are like a
cool gentle breeze in the trees
whistling your sweet tune
and dancing your fingers through
my hair
like a silver stream of moonlight
on patches of silky worn grass
my feet run across
to get to your outreached
arms of pale morning sunlight
that make the sky
blush into cool shades
of rose, jade, lilac,
and peach
your laugh gushes
like a waterfall blue and white
spraying across
the rocks and evergreen I come
to perch on
when all inspiration for ideas
have dried into
strips of sour plums
and I am left feeling
a crazed thirst for the energy drained away
you are as light as a Cloud
white, often times stained
sunset pink and orange
so filling yet so translucent
in that my ideas
pass right through you
and become forever lost
like airplanes with blinking lights
and no destinations
flying across your endless horizon
of thoughtful evening stars
every time I close my eyes
and breathe
you are there fluttering underneath
my eyelids
smoothing my creased forehead
pulling my mouth up into an
upturned crescent moon
placing your palms
against mine
just to let me know
you are there
though only a fragment of
my imagination
you are simply
the stillness in every moment
encapturing a person's presence
to be carried in
the winds of change
yet brought back time and again
when hope has stilled
and home seems like a desert
that you bring
rain to.

You are of cosmic importance.
Without you,
this would all go unnoticed.

Deep is the pain you think to be true
The curse of past time we keep building upon as if new
We cannot escape the lives we haven’t lived
For the one we live emerges from those that did
A conscious experience is a new thing indeed
But do we share this cursed gift with a bird in a tree
If so, is life just a massive observer?
Thinking its thoughts in an expanding circle
Deep is the joy you think to be true
Just don’t let this feeling turn into a cure

i have
so many
demons
in me
that i
continue to
live with
& tame
every
single
day