Fever is a house

Normalcy like a foundation
Built strong
To withstand
The winds and storms,
Tattered a bit
Here and there
Fixed and put right.
Fever is a house
Foundation legs crumbling below
Precariously balanced,
Yet still home,
Just not quite right.
It needs the time
To be built again
As sand will wash away
With the passing tide,
Like time slowly deteriorating
Muscle and skin,
Sagging roof
And dirty windows
Needing the cleaning
For which to see out.
Tired house listing
Side to side
Like an uneasy gait
Just wanting to fall
Into the abyss
And sleep and dream
Of becoming the mansion
Of its dreams,
Of being strong
Of healing.

Thoughts on being sick in comparison to this poor house, with thanks to who ever sent this head cold my way but mostly not.

Black leaf filtered

A thousand leaves
Turned black
Filter of season
Contorted into a hundred bats
Cut outs
Like construction paper
And scissors
In a child’s hand,
Opening white to be sky.
Hallows eve vision
Sharp contrast
Abstract trees
With the single touch
Changing places from
Light to dark
Day to-night
Life to death.

Among the skies

In dreams I linger
Hanging on just a bit longer
Playing with the stars
And moving moons
Like marbles
Colored orb spinning
Amongst its friends.
Reaching out to pluck
A distant star
Standing on tippy toes
Straining to feel
The sparkling light,
Firefly flicker
Illuminating the sky.
In these moments I hold the universe
In the palm of my hand,
Close my eyes and throw them high
To float back to where they belong,
Vortex whirl they move away
And I smile upon waking
As I have held magic
In dreaming the night away
I have touched her beautiful stars
And carried the magic in my heart
Into the light of day.

Photo found at:http://www.josephinewall.co.uk/doorway.html