My life is joy
written in the colors
of rain and rainbow
of death and life
of laughter and sorrow

I am painted through
with the fragrance of joy
bittersweet but hopeful
like the dreams of a crescent moon

If I could speak backwards
there's only one thing I'd say

It is love.

Hear the hearts crying for love
Feed the ones hungry for love
Hug those aching for love
Guide the ones searching for love

Grow your love strong and deep.

My voice feels trapped in this moment
Yet it echoes forward
into the someday backwards
So I will not silence love

Write your life in love.

Wicked soul that shines only in darkness
I long for my muse -
sweet star sprinkled skies bleeding into the hills
How can I know you without a reflection?
It is a short journey without a guide

If ever I grow older,
may it be as one who has surrendered
to hope
and pleasure in the journey.

I am told a tale
That I can't say I believe
I am unmoved
I walk through walls

Into nothing
I throw my foolish self
Weak willed

Save for my heart
Thoughts of treasure
Truer than this moment

Bound by silly tales
I do not see
In the end we all believe
If not in star filled skies
Then heroes

Once was made for fairy tales
yet still I journey backwards
ignoring the apparent fruitlessness of wishing

My life plays in color shot through with light
The music accompanies each scene with a chord, a lyric, a tune from my childhood

But it is these moments --
when the poems write themselves in my head
when all that I see and feel and smell and taste and hope for is aptly held
in the description my unconscious composes for me --
That I see the world with newly opened eyes
And feel most deeply embedded in my own life as the story it is becoming