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Now I lie in my bed
my window is open wide
I don’t have to be outside to feel the cool breeze
I can hear so much
The wind
The birds
My dog’s breath
My pen on paper
Leaves rustling
Cars rushing by
My brother’s laughter
And the tapping of my own fingers
The sky is turning purple
With the purple comes comes a cloud of calm
And a gust of joy
I want it to stay this way
(Perfect temperature, perfect sounds, perfect peace)
Forever.
I often have my own moments where I feel like I'm both the storm and the sea that rage all at once. Then a kind soul or comment will come and humble me into nothing more than a paused breath. Reminding me of my place in the shoal of souls that we are. We ebb and flow in and against the direction of all other people. If we all opened our hearts a little more than our egos. I think we could find ourselves in much better places.
You are not a finished product. And no you will never be. You have to remember you often sow seeds you'll never see.
It's midnight. And you have fallen asleep on the couch. I got the chance of feeling the warmth of your hair again. My love, I am sorry. I will love you for all the days I am blessed with. It is your absence I will ache with. It is with great pride I can say I have loved, and loved honestly.
A car just came by and illuminated her face for nothing more than a breathe but in that moment I saw her. In her a beauty that has never before been rivaled or matched. My heart paced faster and my eyes watered and all I wanted was to have my hand on her face.
Not even Poetry within all it's meter and form, within all it's unstructured beauty, can adequately capture you.
Night after Night I lie awake. Eyes closed; Mind spinning with Fractured Verses.
We are on your Bed watching Movies while I stroke gently through your hair
Secondhand thrift stores
and animated movies
This is me; my Life
We are on the couch Your sleeping head in my lap You begin to drool
Lemongrass in the Summer Sun. Just as bare feet dance so beautifully on the browns of the earth. A water hose then becomes the plaything of two people. Laughing Laughter that can still be heard.
A gentle breeze rustles the trees. A Streetlight’s light casts yellow over green leaves. Your head on my Shoulder. Mine in your hair. In a backyard. On a trampoline.
Take my hand and run away for a while.
Let's travel the world in a blink,
and land on the moon for a snack.
Perhaps Mars would be a good spot,
to plant a tree or a flower.
Then come back to the Earth,
and dive deep into oceans without a care.
Resurface on Pluto,
and scream "we love you boo".
Saturn's rings shall be perfect for a game or two,
jumping up and down to avoid the asteroids.
Pinch a tiny slice of Neptune,
and call it the new blue mould.
Sing a song into the void,
until it sings back with a laugh.
Stars shall be the last stop for today,
where we'll check for Peter Pan and Alice.
An then build a hammock between the arms of Orion,
giggling as he rolls his starry eyes.
As dawn creeps up on us,
the adventures come to an end.
I'll drop you off at your roof,
then go back to my tomb.
Morning comes and you wake up,
with a happy dream and a wide smile.
It all started when we first met,
that day in the forest at noon.
From passing strangers to forever friends,
our adventures shall go on without an end.
© Moonyloonywitch
02/08/2021
7:37 pm
there is beauty
in the mundane
in the simplest things that life has to offer
in remembering to laugh
and smile
and maybe even to cry
it is beautiful all the same
do you feel your breathing
in and out and in and out
you can breathe
there is beauty in every breath you take
Talk on the phone w your friends and play in the sun and have picnics in the grass and bury your feet in the sand and be open to the world and learn from your mistakes and laugh often and go on drives to nowhere and protect what nourishes you and remember to have a good time
What sights will we see on our trip
The captain tells us many sea tales in a zip
Perhaps we’ll spot mermaids swimming near our ship
Protecting us from the sirens murderous grip
So many treacherous treasures we could see
With our X marked map and nifty key
Chests of riches hoarded by serpents of the sea
With our wit we shall take it and flee
What sights shall we see on our sailing trip
To hear the screams of the draugen from their ruined ship
Challenging us to a fast pace race to the beach strip
Forced to sail back with my mates and me in a whip
So many treacherous tales to tell and see
The ideas of adventure fill my mates and me with glee
Our captain toasts to her crew and beloved Marie
For no treasure surpasses times spent with my mates and me
Remember all the times spent in the grocery store
Memories of long aisles to effortlessly explore
Never once thinking it was an unpleasant chore
As we checked our list of essential items galore
Not even remembering how it all started out
Putting together lists like an advisor o devout
Only scanning the list as we eagerly scout
Quickly finding everything with no doubt
Do you miss our frequent grocery store run
I know to many it’s not worth a note of fun
Nor is it an adventure story of reaching the sun
Nevertheless I still feel like I have won
For nothing measures up to trickles of gold
The small moments becoming grand and bold
Unlike any lavish riches or treasures to behold
Moments spent with you can never be undersold
Today is my birthday
Falling on a Monday
Waking up to the joyous sun
And the morning glee of everyone
I start my day like I always do
With coffee and breakfast so I am flying through
Hovering like a balloon through the great blue
Reflecting on how much I grew
I’m thankful for all of my family and friends
For whose love forever extends
For all the loving encouragement they send
And for being with me till the very end
As the day begins to March ahead
Many happy birthday messages I have read
So many happy words that were said
If they were food I would be very well fed
The time to celebrate is here
So I promise to have no fear
Despite all the forthcoming years
I’ll March on like one of the musketeers
Today is my birthday
Though it may fall on a work day
I’ll blow out all the candles on my cake
Hoping my wish won’t just be a happy keepsake
So raise a glass for my birthday
For its a bright and joyous day
Despite growing older I won’t dismay
For I wouldn’t have it any other way
Warm rays shining down, Spread across my face with tranquility. A soft whisper of rustling leaves Frolicking wonderfully in my ears, The low murmur sending a splinter of serenity into my skull. Sparkling green blur, a home to the chirped singers, A delicate dance of nature stained paintings, Set atop a rough crackled trunk, Hiding its stories within layers of carbon, The warm brown cool to the touch. Its reach on the world stretching far and deep, Immovable by design, a sturdy and safe sanctuary for all those to reap. Meeting the green pillowy lush on the ground, The blades swaying in the breeze, Displaying the bokeh of the warmth and cool above, The ballet of shadows in the wind projected on the grass.
The grass
Uniform and green
Yet each blade is unique
This one is the color of sage
That one is the color of evergreens
This one looks weird
Drastically different
Odd color and misshapen
Sharp and round
When the spring comes
Warm and sunny
The grass greenest
This freakish blade blooms
Up and out
Fresh and clean
As red as blood gorgeous as the sunset
Above and better than the green grass
Appears the beautiful rose
Kind and protected