Ashes, Ashes, Ashes
Leaping through the darkness.
I am making a leap forward.
An open abyss in my foreground.
I have to step off the edge, or will I run this loop once more?
Three knocks on the door of a new home—dreams opening up like a bloom in spring.
Seeded thirteen moons ago, a gravity well collecting material from a serial blast!
Dark and dewy early morning is upon. Sun rises in the east as it set in the west. Eyes facing south—backed to the north.
An ancient volcano lies asleep, resting from her own blast as ashes fill the air.
Ashes ashes ashes,
Pocket full of daisies.
We all jump down!
Green grass now surrounds. Memories lie just in the meadows. Light in the night as I walk through the shadows.
I cast a glance through the distance to see the houses of all my dreams. So many in a row—homes stacked for me to tip toe.
A nightly return, a library of my own earn.
Recollections in all the colors I can muster. Yellow in my own technicolor. Blues as true as the Earth sky.
Dreams where I come alive.
In the night and in the day.
Return all that was mine.
Blow away all the decay.
My own face in reflection.
Moon locked to my position.
My own tides rising, rising, rise.
Gravity shifting as I release the weight of it all. So much I held on to—years past piling up as time trickles on.
Mass and energy oscillating.
Spinning spinning spinning at my Earth tilted axis. Moon drawing my internal waters up as I rest in the dark.
Consciousness spiraling up.
A rose bud blooming from Earths own mud.
