A new dawn

 

The circling of planets,

spinning wonders

across my gaze.

Space.

A spherical maze

of surprises, endlessly

swirling around

this place

we call home.

And I stand

amazed. Watching

a sight

that tiredness can’t erase

from these weary eyes,

as the glow of the stars

sets my heart aflame.

 

For the heavens shine your name.

 

The sky sings again.

In the darkness when

I’m alone. Pondering my place

in this universe,

your name blares again.

like a neon sign from the gods.

 

Your face sits in the moonlight.

 

I can’t lie.

I’m lost in my mind,

but there is

so much beauty

to seek inside.

There is so much

to speak about,

to learn, to love. To shout our hearts

to the skies above.

 

And as the hours tick past

the name never fades.

It stays in place, a monument in space,

as the golden hue

sits over the horizon view

like a streak of hope

in a sky full of stars.

 

A blur of wings

winding through the blue.

A song of spring turning to

a summer chorus.

A new dawn arrives

to reawakened eyes.

Grow tall

 

I often look at the world

around, and think

I don’t like what I see.

The pain. The hurt.

The misery.

So, I transport myself

back to that beach,

just the seagulls and me,

and I remember that life

is also filled with such beauty.

 

The way a sunbeam

can paint a smile

on a statue of clay,

or a rainbow breaks up the sky of grey.

It reminds that we are so blessed

that we have this life,

yet we let it shrink small,

when we should raise it high.

 

Grow tall, little flower.

Grow.

Don’t sit thinking

of the dirt below.

Aim for the sky,

the sun that glows.

Aim for the stars,

the stunning views.

You could see so far,

and all of it would

seem so beautiful

from where you are.

 

And when you look around

at this world again,

try to see the miniscule miracles

that the eyes don’t always perceive.

The way the grass

weaves through your feet,

the way the leaves

hold the trees, the way the waters

flow to the sea, and the way

the air breathes softly.

In a whisper.

Saying.

See me.

Shelved

 

You shelve me

like all past projects,

I sit on display,

a wilted houseplant

on the windowsill.

A heart transplant

gone astray.

You project

your thoughts

upon me,

and wonder

why

my petals have died

away.

Blame me for

not growing,

whilst

only

providing

a non-nurturing

environment.

I mean,

there isnt

even any water

running,

and I’m thirsty.

 

But you walk on by

as my leaves wither

and die.

I watch summer pass

through the

condensation

stained glass,

my dry eyes, crack,

but no 

tears have I

left to cry.

Just another

faded flower on a shelf.

My colour, my health,

drained into

the soil at my feet.

 

I watch spiders creep

over the windowsill,

forming cobwebs

at my feet.

But you didn’t see

my beauty, now just a memory,

as I lay on the soil,

my reflection

soiled by the days

of neglect.

For you've gone away.

Leaving me

and the insects

to wilt into the end

of another summer’s day.