It might not be alright
It might be tough
The evening sunset
Was full of rust
That fell in my eyes
As I gazed upon it
The glaze had fallen of the sky
Into a hazy crimson
Shadow of the sun
How that night began
I would not have wanted to begun
But the lavender night rolled
In the evening gently
As the cold air
Crisp as it lays low in the fields
The lavender night
Is bringing me a feeling
That I can heal
A day
Hot as it can be
Humid
As the barren sea
Today
And
Yesterday
Left on Hillcrest
Off on Dunes Highway
Over the tracks
On
The near side
There is a place
Where my family resides
Off the beach
With no sand
That is where my family land
That’s all for now
In a fleeting feeling
In the future
Connects me
To the now
Of this moment
Off and away
I go
With my emotions in
Tow
Fly from the ground
In a moments notice
I’ll be down
State
In a new state
Of mind
So bored
The routine
Grabs me
Sits me down
Holds me in attention
For now
I focus
On the path forward
Into the future
Can I return hope
Where it was created
Or lost
In a moment
In the dark
I have a lack of hope
For the future
But yet
Some still lingers about
Unpublished
And unheard
My words
Fall short
When they could
Be bold
In paperback
Or in print
But to me
It’s not important
What is
Is the process of creation
To practice
Daily
With patience
So I am set on that front
Nothing more that I want
A head start
To get going
Before the rest
As we make our way
Through the daily test
Of starting over
And over
Again
Looking for something
That I am not sure
If I found
Or lost
What I was looking for
In the morning frost
