In silent sighs

 

I look around me and see

so many mountains,

peaks from sea to sea,

with troughs and rivers below their feet.

 

For though I may be wise,

I still see naivety, for I've lived

a thousand stories, a handful of lies,

and some narratives that time could

never describe,

But now I see there are a billion books

that I always thought were out of reach.

And words I couldn't hope to transcribe.

Full of worlds that lived beyond

the misted glass of my eyes.

 

But I never wished

to explore those pages alone.

Shared memories are so much more precious,

like gemstones and untold treasures,

whereas the pages flip silently past,

when it is just me, myself, and I,

trying to piece together my jigsaw sky.

 

And it is a jumble.

My mind fumbles the catch

more often than I care to admit,

tripping and landing

face first in the shit.

But I still put on the catcher's mitt,

I still keep on taking to the pitch,

I still stand

ready to be hit full force in the face.

 

Because I want to taste life,

and that sometimes includes pain.

And I have a million stories that I could

walk; I just wish to walk them with you.

 

So I will keep watching those skies,

placing new pieces when they arrive.

To see

the whole

for what it is,

a beautiful picture of eternal bliss,

I will place negativity into the ground,

a promise. Buried to feed the soil,

a cemetery of bloated carcass dreams,

fantasies of perfection that could never be true,

for our lives are warped rippling views, of good

and bad blending into one.

And I'll plant so many seeds of hope,

each birthing a tree of destiny,

with branches routing into a forest of connectivity.

 

Where they connect with the hearts

that nourish them, and give their

fruits to those hearts, to grant them

sustenance.

 

And I look around me

and I see so many mountains,

coated in so many trees,

and I say in silent sighs,

you really are so beautiful. I love you.

A tender whisper to the infinite horizon.

 

She shells dreams, like peanuts,

and smoothes them to butter,

giving sustenance, and sating hunger.

She sells wishes, for no money

just a handful of words softly muttered,

giving hope in a flurry of syllables gently uttered.

A tender whisper to the infinite horizon.

A snowfall of magic, a gentle drift into sleep,

a blizzard of emotion and a heart

that wishes to leap every time I lay my eyes

 

on her.

 

She is a magician that brings life,

for she is a mother, a daughter,

a lover, a fighter, and a carer,

and her heart is the bearer of light.

She is the brooding night

and the dancing dawn.

A swan on a reflective pond,

butterflies

in the middle of summer.

The warmth

in bonfire sparkles,

She is...

Fate in blissful sighs.

And I would give my eyes

to see only her rise across my skies.

 

She is honey, a sweetness

that softens any bitter taste within.

She is fire, a wild passion burning into skin.

She is special, above any queen or king,

she is beauty shining down a sun on me.

She sweeps on the wings of song,

and she plays every instrument

in an orchestra of one.

She alone owns sound,

and I would give every penny I own

to listen to her sing.

 

She sails oceans and soars skies,

she sits in verse and words of advice.

She is continually there in my mind,

and I wouldn't cleanse my head

for I love the visions I find.

She is magic, a spell cast on me,

a spellcaster like a dictionary

of all I wish to be. A thesaurus of love,

infatuation, desire, affection, devotion.

And I will give up any wave of any ocean

to sit and feel her waves roll over me

as I become one with her majestic fluidity.

Take me home

 

Take me home,

I feel so alone,

the fear swallows every scream

as it leaves my lips,

falling,

birthed into

the alien landscape

of hot tarmac and cold concrete,

a stone

against soft skin and hard bone.

Sensory overload,

this rock called Earth. This new home?

 

And I crave the skies.

To be the light

I remember in distant dreams,

I want to soar, as my roars

lift me high...

higher... higher...

a rising vocal line,

through a clear night.

A sigh turned into song,

a story of becoming...

 

Human...

 

Don't let these dreams fade from me.

 

Don't let them die with me.

 

Don't let them nourish only the worms,

 

when they can seed the earth in stories.

 

Take me home, I still plead,

for my creed sits where

the seas are crystalline,

purple shimmering under neon pink skies,

and the city skylines are carved from the

mountainous storylines of our kind.

 

But to claim anything other than life

in this new hope, is to push away

any chance of happiness,

and without happy how can you cope?

 

Don't let these thoughts live only within me.

 

Let them comfort and hold others near.

 

Let them sing words so clear.

 

Beauty lives, if we look at it with open eyes.

 

I am just a visitor, as are you all.

And I won't claim that my mind doesn't sometimes

climb the umbilical cords to its mother's womb,

the alien world from whence it came.

Escaping into a fragmental rain of past and present.

 

We take the fall for others' diseased minds.

Instead let's find and feel

the kindness in the heart

and enshrine it with the

candles of shared history,

twin helix ladders to another sky,

where the seas sit crystalline.