the distant reach
of dreams far away
and inner angels
the guiding light
is yet beyond my hand
the leaf in my hand
sings out its burning chords painfully
until i let it go numbly
to the blue and white paint dots above me
i am the same way.
i've only just arrived
i had to mess up everything
to find myself
colliding with destiny
but that was okay?
Goddess! If I may
be allowed
in the warm, thermal-ridden sky
beneath your earth
please grant me this:
the distant reach,
the discovery and curiousity
that is locked away up there somewhere
whenever i look at without
let me find it within.
