Day 310 - Spires in the Night

Light my blackest of skies

With hope and faith for my generation

Like my own mini-Eiffel Tower

Set in the hills of my town

In-spire me to be better than I am

As you light my blackest night

Day 240 - Inner Reflection

Calmness soars around me here

Wisps of aura can be discovered flying

In this place where I exterminate fear

Past all the hills of endless crying

I gaze into the depths of my soul

Past shadowy fields and many a rainbow

Until I find a balance that makes me whole

And my breathing becomes soft and low

A thrum builds in my quiet breast

Peace in this physical insanity

Empowering my heart and feeling blessed

Trusting the spinning of my humanity

Strung as pearls on a perfect chain

In a spiraling galaxy of my being I gave in

To the platinum grasses and the glowing plain

Whispering how to be set free and begin

The levitation of all that I possess now

Above this cozy seat I know so well

I discover my body never need again bow

It has so many secrets it is happy to tell

In vibrant shades of black at my silent request

Through echoing cold white tunnels I will traverse

All to be welcomed to a loving flowing rest

As sweet as any in this floating universe

Day 213 - Yellowed Evenings

Yellow death you would say

Even though others see nice light

You would prefer the lazy gray

For your delicately picky eyesight

Climb the stairs closer to me

That bring you up to my breaths' entrance

Beginning at dusk seductively

In a heartbeat aching tango-esque dance

This is the meeting place of the dazed

Who need a new beat to thrive upon

They appear to arrive thoroughly unfazed

But honestly they hope and beg to fawn

Over your wicked smile and face

That matches your charm so slick

Giving a new flavor to this old place

Where old habits, like thieves, are thick

You would prefer a gray day, sir

But I know better with a hint of my lips

I can make your secrets softly purr

As they stroke the curving sway of my hips

Just remember the yellow plays its part

Even though you call it fake and quaint

It is constantly redefining my heart

For you, my darlin' can be no saint

Day 161 - Revelation

With all the world out the door

I find I cannot even stand up and go

I gaze up from the floor

And the rate of my heartbeat begins to slow

There is much I can change from down here

Things that from up there you cannot see

Being above me does not make you a seer

And being below you I am only more free

Liberated to become whatever I am

Growing beyond all of your labels

And up against my ribs my heart begins to ram

So I gladly crossed the lines of old fables

To sit and watch the world as I see it

Learning how best I can master and be it

Day 66 - Flow On

Flow On

Water bursts into life before you and I

Like the tears that create lakes

They fall drastically from the sky

Releasing into our world all the fakes

And the once “supposed to be’s”

Fill up the oceans and the seas

They are beautiful simply to view

In the dark with a surge of white

They express what we cannot do

The silence that lives throughout the night

In the end we flow on in pride

Growing as people on the inside