remaining
still
composed
soft confidence
a sense of being
will
sustaining that
calm ethereal
a place
a moment frozen
a face
under a tree canopy
just watching
at peace
the symphony
in your ears
have them

as beauty kisses
      the dark of night
dreams of whispers
      take heavenly flight,
floating high, above sleepy beds
       leaving whispering dreams
           to fall
               upon
                   sleepy heads….  
so dream
              a dream,
                     of your love so true
                      while stars twinkle
                         silver and blue….
as mr. moon
            watches from above
       the most beautiful dreams
of sweetest love…

the feeling cleansed part I like
those tears
though they
hurt
and the things that lead up to  blood red
eyes
tears down to your chin
and those breathless deep sobs
where you can't catch a breath
thrash out
hide your head under pillows
they are the worst kind
they make me cry in and of theirself
which adds to the depth and hurt
of why I am crying
in the first place
but the cleanse when it stops
I swear I see rainbows