Stop!

There is beauty here.

Our hurrying robs us.
We miss so much the loveliness
right here
before our eyes
......
stop here and rest awhile
right now
before this time has past.

Life is fleeting.

Cynthia Jean
copyright
February 2018

I didn't sleep again last night
Been 29 hours now but I feel alright

It's so much easier for me to write
When lack of sleep is gripping me tight

My head likes the rhythm of the rhyme
Gotta keep the beat to get the line

The frustration that I feel
When the words in my head aren't ideal

Makes me tense and angry too
I want my words to speak my truth

I scream them from deep down inside
Pull them from my heart and soul with pride

To bring my thoughts on paper to you
They are dark weird and slightly askew.

And I wore a sweater yesterday
But today I bled through my skin,
And in the street today
Shedding of the hearts
Did flood my eyes
And I sniffed back the tears
While unscrewing the dull red bulb.
But I could no longer hold
When you went
And I guess this is it
This is where I end.

I sit under tree divine,
as if a friend waving
with gentle breeze.

Stars glisten while
night clouds surround giving hug
to weave its cape delicately.
Ignition and lift off begins
in meditative pose below stars.

Diamond luminaries are catalyst
to fly me into third eye vision.
A vision of sitting inside stars
peaceful, safe, and alive.
Existing to greet moment
where each celestial body
has its wisdom to share.

Ears open, breath aligns.
I am no longer alone
on my island of self
that ponders life.