my soul strolled out of
my body, across the sky,
painting fire there
December Dailys
favorite things (just a few)
cookies and sunsets,
good friends, and pictures. food, drinks
and music. kisses
how we sometimes stand guard, or relics
blue and green on the
horizon, and above the
watch tower stretches
thoughts like sparks
neurons send pulses
through grey matter, quick flights, bright,
sparking new pathways
comedy vs tragedy vs soul
happy, sad, sometimes
mad, but in between lays the
mask before the heart
the shape wings take
on the horizon
dreams shimmer and call to the
watcher on the shore
purpose
tentacles reach out,
dusted with pollen, calling
the revelers. come
return the embrace, sing the song
the earth folds around
me, arms of dirt, wood, and leaves
cradle the seedling
impressions are a hollow form, embrace the truer path
to heal a broken
heart, say goodbye and press a
wish into my flesh
scarring
iron, stone, stony-
iron, the meteors strike.
raindrops in wastelands