I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Her visions of Heaven's lands,
Spectacles of repose so grand,
Summer floral perfumes,
Velvet pastures for rooms,
Eternal light so divine,
Ambrosia, sweeter than wine,
I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Gnarled, old but natural,
Her songs, hymns so musical,
Her life well spent, faithful,
I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Her dreams came true, that's grand,
Souls in repose, in Summerland,
Her visions of Heaven's lands,
Yes,  I recall our Grandma's hands.

I lay upon the tranquility
beneath the stars
Wondering at the wonder
that made us who we are
The water's are black
but warm around me
I float like the ripples
of the surrounding sea .
There is a silence
that I long to know well
Somehow it's alluded me
All I can say is oh well
Eventually I wash up
onto the shore
I crawl up
like my ancestors before
I sit on the dunes
the sands of my time
That once were great moutains
made out of granite and lime
But before all of this was
Before even the wetness of sea
Even before there were
the great mountains that be
Farther back than
than any memories
I wonder where is the point
from where did I depart
to make my journey's home
to find a new start

Oh, should I have a dress made of sunlight,
Embellished with dewdrops from heaven;
And a crown on my head full of stardust,
From stars that will dance on my head top.

The morning shall curtsy to me,
I, the maiden of light.
The sky will acknowledge my presence.
The earth will rejoice with the heavens.

Oh, should I have a dress made of sunlight
and the stars atop my head,
I could gnash my teeth at darkness,
and darkness will run and hide.

I've suspended my attention, now I'm
                         --outta control.
I'm flying in the ethereal world,
                                   --I've lost my soul.
And once upon a time, upon the future
                       --long passed,
I saw the heavens build my soul
                           --The only one like that.

Heavens Dressed In Cobalt Velour,
Snow Draped Upon A Forest's Floor.
Night Yielding Adorning Decor;
Starlight Swirling Beneath Time's Oar.
Tides Of Wonder Slosh Against Shore,
Smooth Silence Drawing An Encore.
Transparent Sun Seeps From A Spore,
Vacant Words Cease *Forevermore

And then it was daylight.
You lay next to me still sleeping,
The crisp scent of your everlasting
Youth
Dwelled in the air.

Oh how the night
Had sung.
The stars came to us
Kissed your fingertips,
Your hands.
Your hair.

We grew together,
Glowing red like fire.

Next to me you awoke.
A drop of sea
Formed,
In the corner of your green eyes
And fell
Down to the earth.
Small rivers on your face.
You let go of the ash
You keep.
The masks you wore
Are no longer yours.

I could see the happiness bloom in your soul.
Oh the happiness,
Oh the small
Gifts
You give to the heavens.

Found beneath silk like wrappings
Smoldering barely, the coals create,
The Embers of my innermost, the splendor
In light and warmth; our light blue,
fluffy white deception hides the truth
As it dwindles and grows transparent
And the Twilight is made of dark hues
Accentuated by points of distant light
Numbering more than can be imagined.
Points of light stabbing through
Unfathomable distances between
Incredible places, unobtainable
As we realize and reluctantly accept
our place amongst the countless others.
Truths at first alarming until
surreal sets in to soothe and
ease the discomfort of knowing
How unimportant and miniscule indeed
We are not the center of creation.
We are simply One more
Of the countless others, Looking out
Wondering how?