Growing Wings

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“You”

Why do I feel this way about you

I can’t even pick up a pen and write

About anything that does not

Circumnavigate the presence of you

I can’t

Even

Feel the sun traveling the sky

When I am

In your shade

You…..

You were puncturing the night sky

And filling it with stars

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You.

…A moon in my sky ….

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“Sitting With The Creator, The Mother: This Is Why……”

You have many questions,

My lovely something made of everything.

Questions like “why am I here?”

Or “what am I to do In this existence?”

I can’t exactly give you the details because even

I don’t know.

But I can tell you this

I wanted you in my life

I wanted to love you

And be happy with you

No matter what

I also wanted to show you the darkness,

my little light in life.

It’s okay to feel empty

&

Let the

Universe

&

Me

Flow

Into

You

To

Be

Full

“Chapters Of Death”

(this is not my favorite month…..I am just going through the motions of things that were said and actions that took place……and why they took place, in front of my eyes)

I thought and I thought
In a panic I thought
In electrical signals
Racing heart beats
Time was fleeting
Your heart beat was
Leaving

it is said the rain is good for the earth so flowers can bloom and life can continue to be

I was raining at you’r funeral

no one understood why it rains