stand idly by
sifting through the ordinary
draw yourself mediocre
be entertained with the average
while i ink worlds, illustrate histories
gaze in awe as i write the spotlights of eternity
your life a glimpse of the cosmos i create.
watch while i pick daisies from my palms
batting rain clouds from my eyes
strands of my hair an entangled rain forest
my breath, a jet stream that governs the earth.
things are changing
looking up
the frost of winter is dissolving
flickers of sunshine piercing ivory banks of snow
the evenings less numb
a little less quiet
winds barely whispering
enigmatic golden voices in the air
serenades for the seasons
playing brilliantly on the horizon
i can hear the music now
choruses i’d written years ago
being sung to me by hundreds of cherubs
their saintly voices echoing inside my brain
straightening the mirrors in my apartment
leveling the floors
mending the strings that hold me together
