once upon a time

& I still count the stars

I've let go of regret

I kiss my fading scars

I hold myself so gently

I hug myself goodnight

Those things I don't want to see

Are banished from my sight

I am among the flowers

I'm bursting at the seams

The sunshine and the showers

Timeless, yet centered

A balanced concept left you endeavored

Blooming,

you grow into your flower

Drifting into your arms

Falling in deeper

Darkness to light

Caught your life without a fear in sight

Insightful and open

You close the words in your mind

A thought never spoken

Is this the way of life?

Is this what they mean?

Or are you left answering questions

When the answer is what it seems

Left pondering at night

Call me on or call it off

Call your bluff

Shooting the shot

Shooting stars and

Glimmering nights

You sing to me as if

Noone is in sight 💋💋

of your touch,

my moment was filled

with happiness,

because that shiver

that ran through

my body

from head to toe,

as if armies

of ants were sailing,

had lit up a smile

whose light had been

extinguished a long time ago.

It's strange that it's real

that never quite heals

while he is carrying a truth

that offer no comfort

and as silence doesn't

answer back

like a statue that

never turns its head

they both wandered

among the shadows

hungry

feeding on what

they cannot keep

Hungry among the shadows

For a brief moment

I started to believe

On all the shooting stars

Your happy thoughts

Could darken any sin

But this is my graveyard

grateful is a state of time

sanctuary inside the mind

a rich place in the heart . . .

somewhere for thankfulness

to blossom . . . to start . . .

recognition of keen intuition . . .

openness of pure appreciation

emotional intelligence in motion

moments so rich and ripe

burgeoning in hopeful blooms

love fills welcoming rooms

passion flowering on the vine

red roses by divine design

I'm humbly grateful for you . . .

my wise . . . magical skies

distillation of moonlight

butterflies aflight at midnight

surreal and mercurial . . .

mysteries spill open wide

illuminations ruminations

whispers and rumors eclipse

moody lunar phases . . .

changes going through

changes ultraviolet to blue

emotions play a tune . . .

ominous and thunderous

percussive is the dark melody

abuzz with flickering fireflies

stark spiritual lightning strikes

rays and beams and daydreams

poetry to rewrite this life . . .

express ourselves between the lines

☆☆☆☆☆

all the flowers

glorious colors

poets and lovers

painting the sky

twilight's sigh . . .

eyes catch a ride

soaring golden

sunset's pride . . .

the ultimate high

time in the garden

petals scattering

flying in the wind

as passion begins

sown seeds grow . . .

feelings soul stirring

☆☆☆☆☆

fear is the fire that burns

profuse smoke rising

chasing a new moon night

sunrise to sunset,

ashes to dusk,

dust of the aftermath

sparks to embers to flames

divine transformation

courageous refinement

destruction begets creation

the paradox of enlightenment

wisdom and goodness

fearlessness in the face

of danger imagined,

I am frozen in this place

paralyzed by realization

mesmerized by the fire

☆☆☆☆☆

It’s never been like this before;

my conscience hovered by the door,

a skittish thing, it slipped from view,

and every object split in two.

My teeth receded in my skull,

typewriter keys gone dumb and dull,

as though a plaguing blight had come

to make my living body numb.

My name fell backwards in my head.

It sounded like the newly dead

might mouth it through a wall of loam

and make the syllables their home.

Time pooled thick, then broke like glass;

each shard contained a different past.

I only knew a seam was torn,

and what was mine stood there forlorn.