Wearing beauty

I shall wrap it around me,
warm softest comfort
draping the clouds on shoulders
wearing beauty so well.
I shall slip in to the smoothest blue,
feeling the silky cool wash over me
like the softest bed
cushioning the weary soul.
I will play games with stones
as they roll where they may
and I will find the biggest one
and lift it like a feather
skipping it a thousand times
across the sea,
creating ripples that cascade out
to return one day
when least expected.
I will drape the finest greenery
across my being
blending in like a chameleon
and bloom like a flower
beneath a setting sun,
I will rise up in this finery
and be one with the image,
a piece of the universal picture,
nature in vogue.
I will dream of a tomorrow
when we all dance in rain beneath angry skies,
smoothing the clouds into beautiful creatures
our imaginations set free to play,
beneath a brilliant sky
We will be beauty born of love.

Amongst the stars

The silence
deafening in its nature,
silky stars light the blanket
of midnight darkness
a thousand diamonds
hosting brilliant beams,
slipping me in to their warm cocoon
yet still cold I float
amongst the stars
searching for signs
of life.
Bluest of blue spread before me
and the movement of a small lizard piques the awareness
its breath a subtle in to out
as it watches me watching it,
his mission perhaps to sidetrack the mind,
turning my gaze back
knowing there is more to see
beyond the reality before me
dotted landscape drawing me in
to float in the ether
of now.
Ripples lull the senses
and the distant bird call breaks the air,
silence a word now passed
I listen for the sounds
of blinking satellites that slide before my eyes,
movement slow and steady
the red sky beacon breaks the beauty
and I reach out to bat it away,
a mosquito or insect breaking my thoughts
of this zen-like mojo moment,
I breathe in and close my eyes
to remember the time in seconds
when peace stood still for me
and I felt its warm embrace,
knowing I could not fall while held
as I became one with the way
and the blues and purples meshed
into the shroud of heaven
and for just that second I smiled,
knowing this was just another sign
of being lost in time.

Slipping through

The conscious moment
as realization set in like concrete
the place we stand in time
as the mind glides about like a manic hummingbird,
fast forward and slipping through
the bounds of yesterday
we gaze in wonder at the images found
like snapshots remembered
and once loved.
The quiet notes of a piano playing in the distance,
unseen soul laughing as in the memory
bounced about like a rough ride,
crashing down with a bump and giggle
the days long gone
yet resurrected with a song.
I imagine those words living
and the skies alight with a thousand points of light,
metal fences with spikes
protect the garden of the mind
and we see through the spaces and know
this is where we need to be
right here
right now.
Daily news grinds the soul
to a hollow vessel tired of repeat,
lift the needle and change the tune
to a dance groove filled with summer and sunshine,
and we can’t help feeling sad
but don’t want to keep on hearing the drone
of the darkness of the void filled
with lurking monsters hell-bent
on crushing the heart further
as if a million pieces were not enough.
Ain’t no bringing back
so let it go,
and the glasses I see unexpectedly bring a smile
and her scent fills the air like her words
the message sent and received
to dance in the moonlight
and don’t dare give a damn
bout the howling rovers who play
on the hearts of the lonely,
never dull the sparkle
and glitter on like diamonds
into the break of a new day released
from the edge of the bed dreams
that keep me falling.

A stream of conscious piece, just because that’s what needed to be said, don’t ask me what it all means, the muse just must be a messing with me again 🙂