sea clouds & dreamland…

a wave of cloud reaches out
and smothers the peak of my mountain…
like a memory caught in slow motion,
or as dry ice falling off a giant fountain…

the sea of foam is lit with rose,
amber, violet, & soft curly hues…
then becomes darker than the sky
which is a saturated cyan blue…

I can almost imagine unicorns
climbing out of the levitated mass,
or for Poseidon’s chariot to rise up,
as his trident, lifted, might flash

Sea clouds belong in dreamland…
of course, these days, i live in fantasy…
i wonder if I have been caught in my dream-world,
or if dreamland has become my reality….

these days, i’d believe just about anything…
for dreams & life have become the same for me.

 

where her soul is off to?

Green zig zag lines
and air pumping machines…
digital numbers flash,
& hanging tubes & IV’s…

one unconscious girl
lays limply stuffed with tubes,
I wonder while her body lays here,
where her soul has gone off to…

Is she locked inside,
listening to me whisper in her ear?
or is she walking in heavenly gardens,
gaining strength in angelic care?

Is she being held by Mary,
before being sent back down?
or is she being enlightened,
&, like Scrooge, flown around?

Oh my baby sister…
hold on to dear life,
but if it’s too much,
at least come back for good bye…

 

Let the STORM bring PEACE…

God felt my heart break,
and like any best friend,
he looked down & cried with me,
including rains & gusting wind…

I felt my heart grow icy,
sitting there in cold hospital room,
I guess God felt the lack of warmth,
& he let the snow fall too….

Oh oh, life is too fragile,
it’s too easy to break…
I’m crying by her side,
just begging her to choose to stay…

Wake up! wake up!
I shall love you even more…
But as long as I wait,
let it hail, let it storm…

16 is too young,
Lord, grant her heart peace…
help me give her love on Earth,
or grant her eternal restful sleep…

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for the 6 days, my sister has been in a coma. Please keep her in your prayers. She is 16, & having seizure activity, but no response to anything…

 

us crazies…

I just want to run
always running away,
some may call it searching,
but it’s really more an escape…

who really wants to be cornered?
who really wants to be alone?
who really wants to be lost?
I guess there are always those crazy folk…

those crazy folks like me…
who crave the sense of adventure
getting lost without a flashlight,
& don’t need some strong mister…

there are always the crazies,
who will climb a mountain in song…
for the dancing heart of mine…
I wonder if i will ever truly belong…