Universe Psalms

I am not sure what this poem is about but I was in a forgiving mood that day.

Call me what you will

I know what you’re really thinking

I’m a disaster

A cold hearted

Blood thirsty

Mess

 

The one person you probably fell in love with

But you wouldn’t admit that if the stars were falling in front of your eyes

So instead you’ll poke and prod at the, glow in the dark ones on your ceilings

Watching as midnight twirls and whirls away from your sight

When the first lights of dawn have erupted into a soft pink shade

 

It will dance across your green black eyes

Tantalized by the dreams and wishes of early morning hours

Or the darkness of two AM

The blackest area of the night time

 

My eyes are a sky

A sea

A broken moon

A shattered piece of skyline

That you wish you could swim in so easily

I tried to forget you

 

Sometimes even I don’t know what I’m writing about

I’m a misery

A bright flash of light in the middle of a cold October night that

Well you barely remember

It was when fire blazed through the airwaves

And I shut my eyes water drenching the corners of my very existence

When hell entered my mouth after of course

Your fingers forced it open to begin with

 

I forgave you

You forgave me

I’m learning

I promise you

I’m learning

 

Learning to dance with the grass between my toes

When the moisture makes particles of dirt cling to them

Learning to enjoy the night time air that is soft on my sun scorched skin

Breathing deep the summer air that captivated me

You

Us

 

I’m falling for the sky

The stars

The clouds that paint the whispy skies

The wind that graces my shoulders

My arms that don’t hold things

 

My phone that I have put my very existence into far too much

I fell in love

 

I fell in love with toe nail clippers

The silver mirror reflecting back my black thick framed glasses

My hair with its faded pink touch left over

From last October

Last Halloween

 

I wonder if you’ve forgotten me

Sending me Jars of wishes

And a mirrored jewelry box

It’s all nonsense

 

A whimsical June day that I’ve forgotten about already

I’ll miss you

While I am swimming through glittering AM hours above the conscious stream of thoughts and the silvery illuminated river of dreams that ebbs and flows just above the Milky Way.

In an area where galaxies are smaller than needles

And the universe is held in the palm of my hands

I can fly.

Author's Note

everything here is intentional