Sweet introspection, incandescent
I am- I am introspection.
A wandering state of mind;
tripping through the world,
my scraped knee draws blood
but my soul draws the lines of the universe
and I dance on them
arms stretching up and out,
to the unknown place that has no name.
None of this you will see.
I tend only the gardens inside of me.
I am the space between light and dark;
neither good nor evil-
I am grey.
Neither happy nor sad,
like a cloudy sky, only a slight sight of sun.
I am softer than pitch black but
harder than rock solid;
neither one thing nor another-
an enigma wrapped in a riddle.
I am a cat- feline, fierce.
Sharper than glass on my padded paws
I am poised to pounce.
But softer than my tiger-striped fur is my beating heart,
beating for something greater;
something greater that you can see
when you look into my wide eyes.
Depth that speaks
like a soft purr
only to me.
I am a scribbled-on notebook,
crisp and clean and white as
snow on the blank canvas of winter.
Pages only half-filled;
filled with memories and beautiful words-
the lines hold secrets
and perhaps you will leave behind a page of thoughts unspoken.
But something beckons to the unknown, untouched space
at the edge of the universe where words live
and I wonder
if I will ever reach the end.
I am the forest in autumn,
as Nature’s first green turns to real gold
and red and orange
Leaves fall, ashes smoldering
against a landscape transitioning into desolation.
A fire is burning slowly, fading;
a chilling cold creeps in to
smother the flame.
A light is still left, but is freezing fast.