Sweat against my cheek I can only see from Monday mornings’ light I am calm and found right now. I dreamed last night and not caring to shake it loose now, I just sit with it. Inside that dream I would like to be but inside this life my tools and I can make that dream a reality.
Your being is closer, the sapphire fragrance of your inner child stands tall among the adult reeds. And my hands dribble through the adequate possibility, catching the stickiness of the long stems between my fingers. Making sense of today, the future.
The way you like it like this, but can’t say the words. The way it’ll throw you off course You Tell me that at Least. while your back against the plaid that you gave me How many years ago now? Time trickles through the system and we absorb and believe that One Day, we will tell it truly, How we Like it. And the Course, will forever be Changed.
War’d weathered feet, come stomping sideways up the green cliffs. We didn’t think to find the solemn giggles here. The cave puffs’ it’s ignorance, so shallow in the cove. The flighted breath under canopy , from clouds to the throne. Sweet dragon roll momentum, the blue plate something to peer for. Royalist ground pepper fits underneath the sticks; so humble to be tuned. Dialed with crumb fingers and dry mouth, the worth beaming from concrete towers.
Thoughts are clogging up my brain chamber. And this is different then feelings pecking away at my heart strings. I am thinking critically and independently and finding solitude to soften and sooth as soon as it hits the back of my throat. My tin of tea has never been so empty. It is coming together and because I know this, the mass of mind clouds in my noggin’ are okay to be there. The forecast ahead is the future I am wanting to be in and under. And beside myself I will be happy to be, because I have located a serenity within.