In Colors

I am cozy here, here in the blue
All curled in my warm cocoon.
There is comfort here, in my cocoon,
Curled as if inside the womb.
Safe from harm, safe from cold
Safe from all the outside bold.
Blue for peace, a calming breeze
Green for vibrant life at ease.
Warmed I am and warmer still,
Warmth until I've had my fill.
Heat is white inside this cage,
The flaming white of multant rage.
Fevered burning roiling churning
liquid fire turning turning.
Boiling over, it can not stay
Until it melts and melts away.
White,
Green,
Blue,
Purple,
Red,
Black,
Black.

Ocean Depths

Sunny surface water rippling reflected rays of light.
Shimmering shards of broken beems, warm and clear.
Currents sway gently.
This way, now that way, perhaps playful like happy dolphins.
Cooler here.
Darker here.
falling.
Falling falling down down deep through depths.
Curling coiling rithing roiling reaching seaking dragging down down down.
Down darker, deeper, arms reaching up.
Cold.
So very cold and still here, a bitter chill here.
To awake and find the salt drops still here.

Fractured rainbows

When the world explodes,it is in silence with yawning colors. First reds and yellows like bright flames, then greens and blues and purples like swirling mists. Explosions, colisions, blending and bleeding. Bleeding, boiling, dripping, raining. Raining raining color. Sharpening crimsons and emeralds breaking, separating prisms. Prisms like fractured rainbows; all the colored light.

With His Teeth Dear

The smile, the smiles.
Too far, too close.
Time again to hide; to pull everything in.
Lest the blade's wind get too close.
Time to pull everything around me close and hold tight.
And yet there is still the smile.

Rising

And when it comes, I can feel it rising.
Rising from the place where it is hidden;
Coming up to choke me.
Coming to flood me.
But i fight it.
Pushing, holding, keeping down.
I am strong; it will not overtake me.
But surely there is a price to pay.

Pleasing Start To a Day

Sun beams dance upon the window sill, bright with the new day.
They leap onto the bed where the girl lays and play over her face and hair;
hair that streams like a wild thing over the pillow.
The eyes open, smile.
She stretches long and languidly, then swings down from the bed.
Warm floorboards curl her toes and she makes a humming sound not unlike a cat's pur in her throat.
She stands there for a while soaking in the comforting light.
Then she is off to begin her day.

Invisible Spaces

And what shall the choice be, will I push them out or will they slip away from me?
Am I destined to be surrounded by the silence or closed in a corner of nothingness?
All alone here in the blackness of thought with only the stories and images I spin touching my deepest of souls?
And where are all the people,the ones who I knew?
They are here, all here with me.
And yet I never felt such acute isolation as when I am among many people.

To Fly

If I were to fly I would float up and out my window. I would sore high above the street lights and wander the night. I would alight on house tops and tree branches and listen to the world as it sleeps.
I would sing with the crickets, paint pictures with the lightning bugs and hunt with the owls. Till the morning comes again, I would fly. For I am restless tonight and so very very lonely.