Do they sing?
My eyes are telling lies. The rain that cast the morning dew sets fire within my heart. The flames kick my spirit down.
Demanding through all the simmering calm of lightning. Oh how that rages deep within my core. A fault I claim as my own. That simple and complex destroying factor.
Oh the how the mind figures out the story before disaster strikes. Yet it keeps letting it happen. Then the night that has just faded becomes silent.
Slowly touching the one piece of me that doesn't call for anything. This kindness of words. So much more than a mere lesson of feelings. So much more and yet nothing.
Ah how the day brings forward the alertness I decide to ease into the day on tippy toes. Careful of not disturbing any one person's morn.
Yet I quietly giggle over the memories I collected these last few weeks. The times when life seemed the worst, I dragged the spirit within me, up.
Still now I swirl. Twirling in the dark hallway light. Standing at the doorway inviting myself to take a peek into the still navy morn.
Ah I smile. Giddy and sure of the bliss of no obligations save one.
Loving me.
Sure that sounds selfish but alas I cannot recall the last time I was all for me. This superior need of being truth of me. Indeed the plays I have rolling inside my mind.
Still nothing says hello more that a hope. That starry eyed dream that unfolds right here, right now.
Dare me if you like. But I dance upon the sidewalk memorized by the joy I hold deep within.
This silent voice no longer sits waiting on a turn. I get up and soar.
Inhale. Exhale. The soul is bouncing and the spirit is roaring. Here, I ask you to reach for the day and fight for your eyes to fall in love.
With what, with who? That is your choice but let today be finding all of what you are. Let your eyes shine that deep forest color. Let them sing who you are.
Indeed my eyes burn soiled baby blues but they sing too. For today is the spark of freedom I learn to love.
How about you?
Demanding through all the simmering calm of lightning. Oh how that rages deep within my core. A fault I claim as my own. That simple and complex destroying factor.
Oh the how the mind figures out the story before disaster strikes. Yet it keeps letting it happen. Then the night that has just faded becomes silent.
Slowly touching the one piece of me that doesn't call for anything. This kindness of words. So much more than a mere lesson of feelings. So much more and yet nothing.
Ah how the day brings forward the alertness I decide to ease into the day on tippy toes. Careful of not disturbing any one person's morn.
Yet I quietly giggle over the memories I collected these last few weeks. The times when life seemed the worst, I dragged the spirit within me, up.
Still now I swirl. Twirling in the dark hallway light. Standing at the doorway inviting myself to take a peek into the still navy morn.
Ah I smile. Giddy and sure of the bliss of no obligations save one.
Loving me.
Sure that sounds selfish but alas I cannot recall the last time I was all for me. This superior need of being truth of me. Indeed the plays I have rolling inside my mind.
Still nothing says hello more that a hope. That starry eyed dream that unfolds right here, right now.
Dare me if you like. But I dance upon the sidewalk memorized by the joy I hold deep within.
This silent voice no longer sits waiting on a turn. I get up and soar.
Inhale. Exhale. The soul is bouncing and the spirit is roaring. Here, I ask you to reach for the day and fight for your eyes to fall in love.
With what, with who? That is your choice but let today be finding all of what you are. Let your eyes shine that deep forest color. Let them sing who you are.
Indeed my eyes burn soiled baby blues but they sing too. For today is the spark of freedom I learn to love.
How about you?
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