Aspiring Wordsmith

I bring commotion down As precisely as a tornado Guided by a spinning top, and each time I come around, And around, and around, Like a well greased wheel of fortune, I come to rest on another free spin. There is peace in the air I revel in victory, once again.

Ankle-deep in fog, 
You drag your feet. 
There is no re-tracing 
Your steps, there is 
Nothing 
Where you came from. A new beginning 
Is around the bend, 
I step off the edge 
And fall again through 
The clouds.

Re-tune the strings And pluck again. You can recreate The sound, but Not the tone. The smile, but Not its warmth. Pluck again, Try again.

I grabbed the ground and shook the world as hard as I could, I saw birds flying out of trees all around me and Their song was the sweetest hurricane that ever blew me away.

Today you are open ended, A leading question, and I have no answer for you. Tomorrow, you drown In a shallow pool of dreams.

May I not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love;

How early is too soon, when I was so used To love that bites and grinds it's teeth. You are radiant energy, burning like magma, consuming every doubt in your path. There is sweetness in this suspense. I always hated waiting but you Are sure as the setting sun, And when darkness drowns the waning day Like a whale washed up on the sand It will still be beautiful if you are there. Eyes never change, and though I may be weary of falling through those sweet crinkly windows to your soul, Maybe it is the way you swim so slow That gives me the courage to dive.