Let the purple sprinkled with sparkles evade your mind, lose yourself in the deep and beyond, midnight skies, allow a blanket of shooting thoughts warm your inner being and embrace the true beauty of your eye’s seeing....
Walking down an empty street, side walk lit with one, white,light, the lonely sound of my own foot steps, slow and steady clings of my heals hypnotized me, and the rain of my tears creates a rhythm of fears as the wind works hard to embrace my pain, it quickly grows tired and settles for my hair, To my jacket pockets my hands formally retreat in a way of defeat, chills fight to touch my spine,my breath releases a mist slowed by the essence of heat and time ....
A street sign hits the corners of my visions eye, Lonely Lane, it reads, My lips, unhappy at the irony, forms a sarcastic cry, A tear escapes from the grasp of my face, time catches it and slows it journeys’ steady pace,I watch her glassy form as she slowly falls, hitting breaking point, she burst into a million shards, reminding me of the midnight stars....
Stuck in a state of down cast, looking up was an unfamiliar act,but forcefully I command the action and my neck preceded with a cautionary fact, Knowledge hinds in the shadows of wisdom!! Down, You Know, but UP is an purple rush of unknown brilliance, Sprinkled with sparkles, deep and beyond, a blanket of shooting thoughts to warm your inner being, and embrace the beauty if your eye’s seeing....
That’s when it caught me, lost in the stillness of space, as if I was floating in infinite grace, problems that once hit my heart and pushed tears up from painful shame were now small compared to this spiritual plain. Then there before me appears a stoop, never taking my eye’s from the piercing skies, I sit and release silent sighs, in total awl at this new found beauty, looking up for me had been a sacred duty....
Just when I think my peace is complete, the night fall depends and the tree’s sway to the east, pulling my attention along….. when I saw the abstract of you immediately I knew,
the wind was still in a playful mood, and decided to tease me with the smell of your cologne, easing it slowing across my senses, I close my eyes as its swift movements wrapped around the nap of my neck, My heart is impatient to your slow and steady pace, and tries to beat its way to you,
the wind must have brought my Light Blue to you also, cause you stopped in your tracks looking for the smell of she, as if it was as familiar to you, as yours to me,
the tree’s than swayed to the North… pulling your attention along… when you saw the abstract of me immediately you knew,
we stare into each other face, how did we get here this is a sacred place, looking for all the signs , we try to find traces, of our misplaced fate, but speechless you sit beside me and release silent sighs, as we sit we star off far into the Midnight Skies
MIDNIGHT SKIES
