A grain of sand Falls From your hand Bending With time That cracked open Swirling Into space A midnight abyss Gone in a blink of an eye Reaching galaxies Reality shifts The grain of sand Falls back into your Palm As if it never left. You stare at it Asking What is truth?
Breeze in the day,Sunlight warming prickly skin.Exhale,Ringlets of cigarette smoke,Disappearing into the wind.Invisible tendrils,Attaching to the collar of a shirt,The hem of a skirt.Inhale,Cool mint.The sound of paper burning,Eyes on the horizon,Revisiting,Capsule memory.A feeling,With the scent of old smokes.
Anchored to the ground, Feeling the years in the stone, Butterfly wings poised.
Heavy lids droop to sleep, The last remaining light shines, Calling to the moon.
Eerily beautiful, Bulbs of enticing delight, Place you in my mouth.
Thoughts on Sunbeams
Why is it that on somedays, I mentally kneel down, Tilt my head to the sky, Touch my fingers to my brows, My chest, Shoulder pads, Praise the omnipotent. Not exactly, Pious. But, something sends a release. Maybe I fear grave yards, The spirits slowly shifting three quarters watching, Telling, Judgement. Or that my heart…
Remorse courses through, When I look into your eyes, Mirroring feelings.
If you could just stay, Where the lavender meets tree, You have seen beauty.
Can you hear them sing? The bygone years and the birds. What is remembered?
Breath like a runaway train, Tunnel vision, Hands trembling, I need to get out. Stumbling into the hall, Exit. Where is the EXIT? Sweat rolling down my back, I feel it sticking. Frantic, Pressed button, Fireflies in my vision, Elevator Dings, My feet file out, Air. Where am I? Now get a Cab. Please the…