the door is open
and splinters of light
come bursting through
from the ancient dawn
yawning in the morning
spawning golden curls
yearning in your heart
for a hot cup of coffee
autumn birds tweet
without electricity
somewhere below the center
where children of the moon
dance and sing in celebration
planted seedlings sprout
small roots to the ground
growing into giant trees
becoming a hidden forest
running for the finish line
feeling powerful in the end
safe at home
quiet peace
warm comfort
locked out wasting the days away
lost inside a one bedroom apartment
loaded up on radical philosophies
looking away from the obvious truth
sitting in the electric chair
strapped in ready to go
finally alone with no regrets
the secret lies
between these lines
masquerading behind beautiful imagery
obscuring a far deeper meaning buried
below the surface of the front pages
sitting on a bench in the park
reading good news in the paper
reflecting on the times we live in
before slipping away into yesterday
diving into the mosh pit
crashing to the ground
busting your face apart
then getting up to do it again
illustrated in the masterpieces
spray painted in the subway
meditating in the moment
breathing in the dank city air
melted ice cubes in a summer drink
so relaxed sipping afternoon cocktails
cool fresh breezes whisper soft mint kisses
chocolate covered jellybeans taste super sweet
cherry soda pop fountains splash fizzy bubbles
putting together the missing pieces
doesn't seem so easy as it used to be
like you used to do in the other world
when your best days were still ahead of you
sleeping inside a spooky old cavern
listening to ghostly giggles echo in the distance
showered in the center of a hypnotic glow
snowflakes piling up outside our windows
hot soup simmering on the kitchen stove
snuggling up under several warm blankets
drowning inside the pages of a good book
higher than birds flying north in the springtime
looser than a ladybug in a shady grove on Sunday
sharper than laser beams bouncing off mirrors
cooler than an ice cream cone in a winter blizzard
refined to weed out
all the inconsistencies
polished up nicely
to look sparkling clean
several bottles of wine later
we wandered way down
into the bad part of town
and got in trouble with the law
robotic spiders in the night
the flowers grow in darkness
ultra violet radiation destruction
the door is closed
