Upon journeys with pen

 

Upon journeys with pen

and notepad glistening.

I listened to my journals sing,

my feet merely walking.

I saw sights invigorated,

nightlights reignited.

Love lived inside,

Locked tight, 

but it had

started to

wriggle...

Free.

 

Upon journeys with pen

I saw galaxies colliding.

Unwalked worlds hidden

in the streaks of lightning.

I left the stuttering 

street lighting and ventured

into the fiction of stars.

The fractured cosmos.

A mirror pane smashed

a fraction away from

ours.

 

Upon journeys with pen,

my notepad bristling.

Words erupted like confetti dreams.

Party poppers of word streams

bursting from the worn out seams.

I listened to my fantasies

as they gasped out futures.

Were these futures painted for me?

Or worlds I just wished to be?

 

Upon journeys with pen,

I sought answers to questions

long caught in my throat,

but the more I wrote,

the more questions I evoked.

Provoking my mind to dig deeper.

to get to the hidden treasure

buried under that beachside,

but what if there is no treasure to find?

 

 

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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle