Floating
Blue and green
An army of stars
Lies far away
Reaching for something,
The end of space.
A universe so kindly quiet
A black and stagnant pool
Of nothing I can imagine.
In my heart I see
Earth is quite a dream
And Space my mind's fantasy
Outside my soul
Sits this lonely home
Still beautiful

By Arcassin Burnham

There's no explaining the loss that i felt,
heaven rewards the people put through hell,
the fire , the fire , the fire,
that i feel inside at this moment, that I can't tell,

people don't see the light to guide them home,
why won't these troubles just leave me alone,
isolate , isolate , isolate,
the things that i feel I'm afraid of, I'm way too old.

...Witness the beginning of a new.
witness a beginning of a new me.

...Witness the beginning of a new.
a beginning where I am free.

I couldn't be the one to make you stay,
But I could make sure that you are okay,
sins on top , sins on top , sins on top,
just like you I'm not perfect, I'm not a saint,

Ignorant people can't puncture my shield,
If i am damaged i know i will heal,
evolving , evolving , evolving,
the person that I use to be, I can not deal.

...Witness the beginning of a new.
witness a beginning of a new me.

...Witness the beginning of a new.
a beginning where I am free.

Snowing cherry blossoms again
such is May

obvious bees buzzing with newness

birds in full fledge
shrieking delight and outrage

poignant breeze stops
Sun from her slow burn

we brim with hope
our glasses filled of flowers

The time when clouds sail across the embers of an orange sky, just dying down
The time when trees frame the sky, silhouetted branches reaching and grasping.
Shades of violet and blue spilling over each other like a painted scene.
The time when chimneys, in the gloom, puff their last breath.
A time where night and day converse, lazily and soft spoken.
Whispering to each other and giggling.
The brightest of stars seemingly emerging from the clouds.

A time for wonder and dreams.

In May
The forest
Erupts
In aromas
"Did you miss me?"
It teases.

The mountain
Peaks
Denuded
Of white shawls
Flirt
With the sun.

My body
Subsists
Efficiently
On fruit,
Nuts,
And clear, cool melt
In May.

It's snowing in May.
What more is there really to say?
Droplets are drip-dropping on me
every which way.

I rush through the slippery streets,
and to my dismay,
I see a soaked-through toupee
on the head of a man having quite a bad day.

Oh, what a strange melee
is this snowy Tuesday.

If my mood is directly correlated to the weather,
and you are a man made in the likeness of a long winter,
how did we ever plan for this to unfold neatly?
As the sun comes back to me,
you retreat to the corner of my closet,
tucked behind downy coats and borrowed sweaters.