Poetry in the Sky

Sweet,

Scintillating breath of

Sweet

Euphoria ambrosia

Surrounds this sweet music

Rising from the fire in my belly

And soothingly stroking my heart

Before flowing against my throat

Anti-gravity – oh so sweet

And then fly free into this air.

Sweet,

Scintillating voice –

Can I dance and clap like a gypsy as you play from my breath

To mine own ears?

If you want something then you gotta go for it, knowing full well the consequences, and knowing full well that you will be happy.

But more importantly, if you want something you gotta first open your arms to love -

love yourself and all your ridiculousness too,

and love everyone and everything around you.

And I think that the hardest thing is the first step…

someone told me, take the first step and the second will just follow,

but its loving yourself that’s the hardest thing to do, even though it should be really the easiest. 

But who am I to say anything, I haven’t taken the first step myself…

How long can you not know what you want?

How long do you stand in the fog, how long do you wait till someone takes hold of your hand – some invisible someone, who can pull you in the right direction?

  I’ve imagined him numerous times, but he doesn’t have quite a clear face.

Rather a blur.

But his touch seems so, so close, so familiar, so near and so unreal at the same time. His embrace is one of dreams, one that I once felt as a child but no longer recall.

I don’t know whether he is a lover of the future, or the God of forever. 

I want to paint the world with happiness,

And spin the skies with wonder.

I want to fall in love again and again and again

With the sun and the sea

The tundra and the palm tree

With heart wrenching agony and bittersweet sorrow,

Nostalgic reminiscence and quiet smiles of bliss

I want to fall in love

With possibilities and impossibilities,

And all the spectrum of reason and emotion

With the words that are said, and the ones that are unspoken.

I want to fall in love

With you again and with me.

Fingers

Touch the keys. Pull at

Heartstrings

Resonating a melody.

You can’t place it –

Hand upon your shoulder

Someone

But there is no one to see –

And so the melody reached euphoria

Angel or imagination –

I can feel you

Comforting, spirit

Awakening rising from

Melody

Pulling at heartstrings of the keys

Touched by

Fingertips

In music, I found you.

But in this world I will never see you;

Only your presence will be forever known.

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Upon this earth,

How many worlds have I seen?

Tumbling desert sands

And glowing mountain ranges

Crystalline peaks

Lush curvaceous valleys

Hills of carved brown rock

A scrawny palm tree here and there

Rice paddies like earth’s delicate quilt

Land shining red

Beneath sky burning blue.

In one world lies far more than this frail body of mine can ever explore.

In this ‘two by four situation’

I have been nowhere,

Seen nothing,

Except for the yearning promise of a distant life

That sometimes feels just  a little past my reach. 

I wear no ornament of my origins

No pendant of my lineage upon my chest

No rich color of my people upon my skin.

I may as well be an atom of invisible space -

(And perhaps I am)

If it were not for this origin-less language that

                Is like the inhale and exhale of lifelove

If it were not or the eye of knowledge hidden upon my brow

If it were not for cosmic dances of grace in my soul

I would not be this atom time, created, preserved, destroyed

All at once. 

I hear your silent voice whisper through time.

Someday I will meet you,

Or perhaps I already have every day

Without recognizing your sweet song.

I feel your presence more so in the night when darkness

                Envelopes me in her embrace –

Still I wait to fall asleep in your arms

if I ever find you.

They have told tales of love,

Love stories so bittersweet they seem unreal.

Why then are the old stories spun anew for every generation?

 I’ll never know the answer,

Unless I know that I have lived in your heart for eternity. 

For the first time without regret

Or the guilt that comes with it

I let go of those things I never cared much for

As that music played and stirred the strings of my soul

So that I too hummed along with a tune

Pure brightness of childhood.

And with this melody I

Lifted off the ground

And I saw what is true

Is all that I can do; I cannot do lies

I cannot speak them

I cannot live them

I cannot suffocate in false obligation.

I took my first step onto shoreline –

And all the footstep’s behind me vanished into water.

Sifting sand behind and

Sifting sand before

I am me

And I shall speak it to the world loud and clear

Bold and beautiful

Quiet and dignified.

If only

I could last in this

For

Ever.