it's about time
that I fall asleep
with the whispering breath
of a soft blanket
to assure me I'm safe
thoughts of a God
and visions of constellations
that I haven't opened my eyes to see
(yet)
dance along with the chance
to see a glimpse at something else
when I awake
and the promise
of the fall and weary rise of the sun
(which will happen regardless
of our little existence)
maybe tomorrow
I can steal a piece of the sun
and the surrounding murmuring
colors of the dawn and sunset
the pinks, oranges, reds,
yellows, purples, and blues
I'll keep this stolen treasure
safe inside my pocket
and I'll take it out at night
and listen to the swirling colors
smell the rich, vivid hues
and remember
that maybe
there is something more
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
