#gratefulfordeath

I float on a cloud wondering possible futures Falling asleep with the hope of a suture It isn’t the fear of another cut broken For a fool I would be to buy in the notion To put into words what the brightest tomorrow Idyllic would be, is confusingly simple.

A step in the forest, with two legs for the walking A sunset bright burning, with two eyes synced in locking A riddle of heaven A song from the jester A lover who’s skin cradles softly, my questions

A service of savior with a heart open always A stranger who offers the key to a locked gate A field of wild flower A child of power A way to discover the beauty of “sour”

A dance in the city, no care of the watcher A stream of believers turning into the authors A bicycle ride An absence from time A teaching surrendered from those who have died.

I wake on the cloud with more questions than answers I study the rungs, not the brink of the ladder Tomorrow unlikely to give me my omen Instead giving honor to only the moment I hope when the day has arrived for no breathing My body has given each blessing her season