writing whispered softly heartfelt mostly weightless
dreamlike adjectives and suppositions
I calmly fall through the skies into a white
blue pillow
of metaphor
close my eyes at impact
wake up again up
far high
over the clouds
hover near under angels
wings
higher than I fly
wingless only small
energies a
few synapses firing now
my soaring exploding all over
the atmosphere
I get high
I love that
I feel again
I laugh cry
normal like
but I fly
full of all of it

tall pines
birch trees
lining the trail

high cliffs
running streams

waterfalls
spilling over rock

smashing into
pools below

ears attuned
to forest creatures

dusk
fast approaching

a full grown doe
meanders

a young buck
follows

I wonder
who it is

that feels
more fear

in that moment
we are one

what a mess life
has  become
a bees nest of hyperactive wings
beating all hell furiously out the air

a buzz

thought I stopped
being that quivering mass
shrunken up
into a nest all alone

got a shower moved away from the
queen
got an apt way out
in Bee God's country

caught a new sense of
gravity lost my wings
floated still
above the scene

happiness still had
her way of being coy
hardships came and went
and that queen

always was  on my mind
I heard her attendants
wings beat
a million times a second

in my mind's eye

that taste of honey calling...

were I to remember
a stream
it would be a normal one
full of life and flow
sparkling on its mild
surface

were I to remember
a dream
it would  be a normal one
full of life and flow
Sparkling  in my minds
interior

were I to remember a day
I seem
to have so many involved
full of competition
sparkling  for that ultimate
one

were I to remember a love
I feel
like it will be the next one
full of hope and future
like a swing on the porch
shared
sparking