9/22/2021 – Wednesday needs

A bit of chocolate,
Hot, for me

9/21/2021 – sweet feathers

Rising with the breath of the earth
Flitting through the boughs
In every hue imaginable
Sweet feathers on wings so free

Here lies a dry man
Who watered others’ gardens
Saving none for him

Like swaying trees the drying grasses
Quiver in the breeze
As crisper air upon the wind
Fills me with autumn ease

Here I stand at the brink
Of something greater
Something brighter
Than me

Here I stand at the precipice
Wanting to jump
Needing to

Here I stand before all
All that lies ahead
Not ahead of that behind

Now all I must do
Is leap

To feel tools in hand
To shape the earth and upon’t
That is a true bliss

In my dreams there is
A world beyond the waking
One with new places
That rhyme with old

In my dreams there is
Calm
Peace, far as I can see
Where laughter reigns

In my dreams there is
Sweet, sweet silence

Like lightning bugs creative sparks
Flit through my waking mind
They spin and jump and leave their marks
For me to seek and find

I only wish they’d choose a time
When I could delve so deep
It’s troublesome they write and rhyme
As I’m trying to sleep!

The sky turns to green
As far-off thunder rumbles
And rain starts to fall

Quiet do the songs
Of those who’ve passed play for us
Loud are the living