fire in the sky

multi-colored bucket list.

dear me,

stay up past twilight,
where the sky sings in prussian blue
and the stars whisper an early good morning,
and run down the roads to
laugh, sing, cry, scream! your
fears, hopes, dreams, secrets
(the night will keep them safe -
she's very trustworthy).

wake up at dawn,
where the sky is just changing her key,
take a seat amongst the natural audience,
and listen to her
playing a lightwave symphony:
cadmium orange, peach pink, moonlite mauve, primrose yellow,
and gently remind the universe
that you are still here, too.

drink the devil's juice and feel him course through your veins,
imploring you to dance, baby, dance!
heed the advice of the ocean, cry to him,
and drift beneath the sky in his watery abyss of all-knowing.
and write! darling,
write like you've never written before
and you'll never write again.

god only knows the pen and the paper
will hold your secrets
better than the night ever could.