Words are the hands of thoughts;
Fingertips flow
Where she clenches her eyes
Sinking teeth
In lower lip
Prison bars to sighs
Anchored to liberty
Looming like a storm
in the distance

I looked through their eyes,
I bled their blood fast,
I was their sacrifice too.

I believed in their lies,
that flowed like a flood past,
oh an all their "good" advice yeah true,

I heard their goodbyes,
an was dragged through the mud last,
an I lost my own "you",

Then there you were,
a wonderful change,
in the pattern of the weather,
an intoxicating scent wafts,
I see a bird with the SAME kind of feather,

I see-
my souls home flies,
in a soft lilac breeze,
on swift sweet vanilla skies,
it was then I knew for sure,
they must have heard,
my endless lovers cries.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I could read no other sign
unthinking more than fortune,
hourglass never full nor empty,
Gravity turned upside-down
and unbalanced me like poured sand
through the way I feel my self **** small

In awe, helplessly, I said so little…
so halfway down the road, still loose ends
never gone with the rest, cut open
as the insights and the tangible aligned.
Now on my bed of syncopes I sit and recall
drops of gold got me changed like spring,
spilled ink, a long slow sip, a great fall
That just had me when
I welcomed you

Stars-there only light in the sky.
But what if there a resemblance of those who have
died showing their souls in the sky.
Painting a picture in the sky.
Make art with their light.
No matter how far down you get pushed down
to the forest of darkness.
You die with the light in your heart and are realesed.
And made once again.
Your light stays in the sky to paint your picture.
Then your welcomed back in the world for a second chance.