Sacred writing on the bathroom wall

Makes me think of brighter days

Of Summer then Fall


Kitchen blessings by tweeting birds

As I wake up from my slumbering state


Daughters in the hallway

Singing praises to the cat


When will the daisies show-up to make the daffodils smile?


All this I hold dear to my heart

The whole earth

Is drenched in pearls

That glisten

Like the glitter on a winged cherub


The universe, in its entirety

Is bathed in a ritual bath

Of waters that are blessed by mothers


The space I now occupy Is covered

In the vines of a grassy bungalow

Cursed with graces from Golden Times


Utopia is real

Lower my head

brighten my eyes


and then it feels right


and I start to drive
and I drive

and I thrive


on wicked skies



unfolding




even these delicate cruelties


these beings


occupy space



and my blue denim eyes


see your neon



displaced

Today I was made of gold & silver


Each hair strand was pure UV light




Gracefully sublime


A pyramid-shaped treasure implied




And it was lyrical





When I was feeling like this and like that

It had a ripple effect on my spine




My skin felt pleasantly warm

And fine




Like after bathing and dancing


In star-crossed crystal canyons






I felt small and significant

All in the same







I could walk right up to the painted sun


the peach-peach

the vellum




And I knew I could save him




With all the diamond tears

I had collected

In my apron






Believing we could both be made

Of the same wavelength




The same endearing fire






The same sovereign echo of a heart beat

The world stood still,
our time we had to ****
lives dropped years
like hot wax on chandeliers

splattering our day to day
with matters of silver gray
of red, browns, greens and gold;
the sort of rainbow nobody ever told.

Not in fairytales nor magazines,
hot topics nor fresh cuisines
But in the eyes of trees
and suckle sweet honey bees

Day to day in the wood
where people wish they could
live out their troublesome ages--
freed from their pen and paper cages.

As if a god stopped each pedal drop
each bird's chirp and bunny hop
to be heard on trumpets high
in a day to day look at the glorious sky

a soft second when all is still
birds, babes, and a fawn, frozen at will
lifeless yet has utmost potential
delved in a growth exponential

The primal cause,
A distinguishable passion.

Irrevocable truth unabided by
Beliefs expressed in dimensionality.

The fire with me burns,
It churns and rises.

Power self-contained
Is glory in it's own fate.

I enter the lair of truth
And seek no counsel.

Therefore I revel,
Proceeding with conviction
Expressing imagination
My minds eye proclamation.