Early Morning Prayers continued
A Ride In The Night
It wasn’t real
just my imagination.
You came into the night
like a blast infusion
causing confusion
upon my lucky soul
that you are my imagination
coming coming coming
into my night.
Blight
despair
horrific illusion
I am your imagination.
Sing me a song
play me a tune
on your electric guitar
about fusion.
You and Me
not real my comrade
not real.
Fireworks
Fireworks play on my mind
I sprinkle in energy of
multitudes of color
skyward and cascading
I wonder with ah of
fireworks
of thoughts
of dreams
of being.
I sparkle in energy of electrifying hues
mused and diffused
I wonder of children’s smiles of
fireworks
of life
of love
of joy in being.
The Big Rocks In The Life Of Sand Filled Desires
Joy
that which balances me
such as
creativity
feeling
loving
totally loving.
with presence of painted intent on bliss.
peace
in the presence of my inner
with the outer silence
of
joy.