Smile fleeting on your face.
I blew your dandelion
And you drift away with ease.
And I’m glad-
The part where I change.
Even if it makes my turning heart
Swell,
Even if my tears run hot,
And confusion makes me mad.
Your hand is giddy, wave good bye,
Say good morning
As I stir, the creator in me,
And cry.
And I’m glad-
The part of me I know is real,
Even if the curdles tell,
The rot of passing what is old,
Even if new times arise
And push me to prevail,
I’m glad.
"Rays Light Shine," Image by: Shuttershock- Banana Republic images Written by Bekah Turney. A picture fades As the embers do- Light to my soul. My hands twist through the pine That tremble, Reaching for the sun. Truth be out, truth be told, Whilst I break the branches I tie into knots. Care for me As vast as the sea, Care for me. Fill my inner essence, My whole being. I see you, Those green eyes I hold in my tingling hands. And cup the stars that shine through them. Sliding down my throat, I take in the man I see Through lies to ourselves we tell, To the soul that cries And sings sweet whispers In my ears, Down to the vibrating embers Where death draws near. Gentle breath That blows and glows- Your song that breaks The pathway to the sun, Mirroring to me The things so easily seen, Where the rich warmth of recognition Reaches down To touch my buried soul- A pathway for the ray of light To march to places most feared And rarely told.
