Upon an end table
there is a Tiffany lamp
staged like my center of life
a beautiful glow emulates
this room of last days
a turn of a switch
beautiful comes to mind
A little bit of heaven
that rainbow of energy
I might only hope for
when my eyes close for revival
where an arc of light wakes
for my rebirth
Where my visions are that
of rose colored and edges
that glimmer in gold
where black and white
has never existed
I will have climbed that trellis
where vines cling and thorns yield
there upon my final thrust forward
I find myself atop of this pinnacle
Looking down upon my former self
feeling a degree of freedom
with my arms spread wide
as does my first smile
Upon this last precious breath
I exhale the memory of life
that flicker I've held inside
this body which cradled my spirit
The silent sigh expresses
my inner self explodes
exhibiting a kaleidoscope
where I shake my former self
and levitate outward
abandoning my suit of armor
I feel myself relax
at the many simple joys
that make up my clear idea
of what I've always wanted
inside my humble home
A place where we cry
privately and laugh
where I do not need
to walk lightly
just I mention
the word "LOVE"
something never known
A room within a room
a cloud within a cloud
to move and dance freely
Windows to gaze outward
to spy birds of the season
a neighbor tending his lawn
and another waving goodbye
No cages or bars
to keep us apart
from the human connection
respond and response
the language of meeting
Perhaps there be another
caught up in the moment
of being released at his hour
tending their grand finale
By chance we share this atmosphere
of our first scream of: "AWE"
and reach the judging scales
together as reflections of life
Here now I watch life pass me by
as my speck of existence aches
to be part of this outside view
To be alive inside this frame
that I so want and or once needed
withing this span of just me
There a scent of billowing smoke
a light breeze brings it's ash
into this portrait of self creation
all these images are melting
my daydream
ends...
