Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
Now I lie in my bed
my window is open wide
I don’t have to be outside to feel the cool breeze
I can hear so much
The wind
The birds
My dog’s breath
My pen on paper
Leaves rustling
Cars rushing by
My brother’s laughter
And the tapping of my own fingers
The sky is turning purple
With the purple comes comes a cloud of calm
And a gust of joy
I want it to stay this way
(Perfect temperature, perfect sounds, perfect peace)
Forever.
I often have my own moments where I feel like I'm both the storm and the sea that rage all at once. Then a kind soul or comment will come and humble me into nothing more than a paused breath. Reminding me of my place in the shoal of souls that we are. We ebb and flow in and against the direction of all other people. If we all opened our hearts a little more than our egos. I think we could find ourselves in much better places.
You are not a finished product. And no you will never be. You have to remember you often sow seeds you'll never see.
It's midnight. And you have fallen asleep on the couch. I got the chance of feeling the warmth of your hair again. My love, I am sorry. I will love you for all the days I am blessed with. It is your absence I will ache with. It is with great pride I can say I have loved, and loved honestly.
A car just came by and illuminated her face for nothing more than a breathe but in that moment I saw her. In her a beauty that has never before been rivaled or matched. My heart paced faster and my eyes watered and all I wanted was to have my hand on her face.
Not even Poetry within all it's meter and form, within all it's unstructured beauty, can adequately capture you.
Night after Night I lie awake. Eyes closed; Mind spinning with Fractured Verses.
We are on your Bed watching Movies while I stroke gently through your hair
Secondhand thrift stores
and animated movies
This is me; my Life
We are on the couch Your sleeping head in my lap You begin to drool
Lemongrass in the Summer Sun. Just as bare feet dance so beautifully on the browns of the earth. A water hose then becomes the plaything of two people. Laughing Laughter that can still be heard.
A gentle breeze rustles the trees. A Streetlight’s light casts yellow over green leaves. Your head on my Shoulder. Mine in your hair. In a backyard. On a trampoline.
Take my hand and run away for a while.
Let's travel the world in a blink,
and land on the moon for a snack.
Perhaps Mars would be a good spot,
to plant a tree or a flower.
Then come back to the Earth,
and dive deep into oceans without a care.
Resurface on Pluto,
and scream "we love you boo".
Saturn's rings shall be perfect for a game or two,
jumping up and down to avoid the asteroids.
Pinch a tiny slice of Neptune,
and call it the new blue mould.
Sing a song into the void,
until it sings back with a laugh.
Stars shall be the last stop for today,
where we'll check for Peter Pan and Alice.
An then build a hammock between the arms of Orion,
giggling as he rolls his starry eyes.
As dawn creeps up on us,
the adventures come to an end.
I'll drop you off at your roof,
then go back to my tomb.
Morning comes and you wake up,
with a happy dream and a wide smile.
It all started when we first met,
that day in the forest at noon.
From passing strangers to forever friends,
our adventures shall go on without an end.
© Moonyloonywitch
02/08/2021
7:37 pm
there is beauty
in the mundane
in the simplest things that life has to offer
in remembering to laugh
and smile
and maybe even to cry
it is beautiful all the same
do you feel your breathing
in and out and in and out
you can breathe
there is beauty in every breath you take
Talk on the phone w your friends and play in the sun and have picnics in the grass and bury your feet in the sand and be open to the world and learn from your mistakes and laugh often and go on drives to nowhere and protect what nourishes you and remember to have a good time