bits and pieces of something

Too many scattered thoughts running rampant in my head… Too many… Or just enough

Some poetry is not meant to be captured by word or speech, but rather lived, experienced
Breathed in like an errant wind, felt, inhaled
And released with the shattered light of morning, come too soon after blissful night’s remembrance.

You asked if it would be too much to ask me to stay…no. It would be too much to require me to leave and take my peace from this brief fire of awakening, so recently ignited – so far from the chance of being extinguished. I’m growing accustomed to the burning in my chest – fanned by the wings of butterflies you’ve placed in my stomach, fluttering like angel wings and errant dreams – come home to finally rest.

Before the fall, I’ve never imagined how sweet it is to stand on the edge, aware awake and alive with promise. Its not that I’m stopping myself from the dive, but I’ve never taken the time to fully enjoy the stillness that lingers previously, wondering. My mind wandering to fields of hopes in possibilities. And the blissful happiness of what is, now. Everything. Just everything.