Reflections

1.
Over my years
Worn and tattered though they be
I have held to my heart countless dreams
And their fears
I have cried until I thought I would die
Or could and not care
I have doodled more names than I can recall
Both in my youth
And in shameful moments of youthful fantasy behind these current closed doors
I have spilled my soul like apocalyptic downpours
On well intentioned and kind companions
Who could not catch my drops
Let alone swim my floods
And now from here
Steady old sun blazing through the disintegrating grey
I am a blossom shaking off the rain
Fragile and lovely but unbreakable in a storm
Hopeful and eager to see
What my future hindsight will show

2.
In this life thus far
I have been moved
By soulsd and words
And the vibrant vivid fearless few
Who have basked and bathed in the muck and rainbows of my mind
And have equally allowed me to revel in their realities
I have been astounded by the random intimicies
That have struck like lightening to dry wood
And amazed at the speed with which even well crafted tapestries can come undone
One snag
So simply a pile of string
The smells of the days have whetted my whimsy
The cool medley of night has raised my skin and engaged me
Inflamed me to my next passion
And I stand on some cusp here
Fresh mid summer well past midnight here
Wondering what this morning mist
Is finally blowing my way