Take my clothes
One bag
Forget the sentimentals
Start again
Quit my job
Free again
Open my mind
Just roaming
Tell no one
Just go
To where next
Who knows
No plans needed
Just wanderlust
Dessert Sea Snow
Baring all
Never ending journey
Forever going
A lost soul
Just wondering

zooming, zipping, speeding by
the air rushing by me as the spokes spin freely, gravity pulling me down
I outstretch my arms, and the wind lifts me high above the restraints of this world until the hill ends
and I clasp back onto those worn handles once more
bracing for the cracks in the walkway

'always be back when the street lights come on'

little creatures, sitting peacefully under an evergreen, only a little way into the old woman's lawn
a teal bike thrown quietly to the side
and crouch and creep slowly into the late afternoon
sheltered by luscious green ceilings above me, and the slight purr of a fur ball in front.

'always be back when the street lights come on'

the sun is setting quickly
but the bats always come out around now
an abandoned school with overgrown grass serves a grand hotel for my nocturnal friends
here they come
a large rain cloud of echo chirps and the flitter of paper thin wings catching air

'always be back when the street lights come on'

the bridge
water rushing quickly by,
it must have somewhere to be
the glowing moon settling above
content
prancing thoughts of dancing on those ripples and tickling the streaming moonbeams cross
and a little heartbeat quivers
trembles
shakes

"always be home when the street lights come on"

You rolled  down the window, and the cold air of the night rushed in.
It pounds on me as a mad woman on the door of an ex-lover,
And as it dissipated, it danced on my skin with feet of lead.
I took this beating, because in the moment
I enjoyed the pain;
.The coolness of the kiss from an abusive mother.
And she whispers in my ear that…
I am alive.

We made
memories tonight.
as we danced like
snakes. on. stilts
and Sinatra floated in the air,
a one of a kind Polaroid printed in my memories.
Smiled pollute these exuberant seconds,
and although not one photo or video was taken,
and I can't remember every detail
I'll never forget the feeling.

a feeling of purity.
Oh! one of true living that I haven't felt since.............
oh. I don't know.

Life presents meaning in many ways, and priorities are made constantly...
but being with you felt purposeful.
step, one-two,
losing count because your mixed laughter with mine
makes me forget everything except how life is wonderful.
A quick kiss on your soft brown hair as you drive away with the Blonde Haired Boy......
i don't know if it's the over-caffination this late, or the residue of giggles left on my brain, but I walk to the door and step in
with a new found wonderlust for life