upper chakras

my heart,

it begs and

bellows

thick greens,

yellows, like a

stomped on dandelion

in the snow

no, rain

it's not the same, you

see i'm different now,

i used to bleed blue

but now, well now i'm

much more akin to trees,

i sway, i swallow, i saunter –

much of my waiting is done so in absence and

you see, i'm not exactly sure

what it is i'm waiting for, no

my sky is blue and the stars

poke holes in my nighttime

woes whilst they lift me,

carry me high, and why?

well... space, and magnitude, perhaps

scale, perhaps, mulling under the mundane, perhaps

perhaps not now but someday soon,

a tip of my wing shall crawl out

from under me, iridescent, and new

clumsy, too

but you know, i think that then i might

fly, but really fly,

not just these

familiar nighttime skies,

but i'll see

what wades there for me in

cerulean rivers, in a violet sea,

for me, what shines like wet rain

beneath a sun's torch

glistens, trickles, for me –

i'll see,

for now my heart requires my presence

and so with crumpled fingers i shall

let it, holding its fleshy mass so

much as i am able, so much as swollen

fingers remain stable

ah, yes, peace...isn't that what i was discussing?

how soft wind smells against silent knees,

the dewy green

of those trees, ah yes,

i can basically smell it

when my mind stops turning

over these broken parts, i can

actually taste it

the salt of a sunday sea

who's eyes are just for me,

and i whisper into her

bliss as she strokes me –

a reminder of where i'm going

and where i've been