Please green light
Don’t come for me yet
Don’t comfort me yet
With your go-go hue
I still need to stay
Though the world has bid its adieu
Make your way, you, into my night-thoughts, bandying about
Thrashing within my yesterdays, my tonights
An eternal terrorist, it would seem, with no new tactics
Age old, you’re old, I’m getting old and have had enough
I will tell you this, though you will not hear: I am more
More than this, more than us, more than you can handle
The proof is how it took forever for you and that you’re still trying
I’m still here, greater than any sum -look how you are less
With only my thoughts
Dancing down this gorgeous road
It is lonely here
I started running
I brought with me abundance
I stopped at your side
I think there’s pale, storm blue.
And a handprint or two. In black, but gentle, not graffiti-like.
I hear green breathing in and giving back.
Soft fibers that fell from all over. Reminders of the eyes and hands behind them.
Amber inviting throughout the space.
Smiles. Wisdom-teaching smiles, that comfort and Save.
Hard-covered poetry within arms reach.
Wooden bowls, filled for friends, beside the window that’s right where it’s needed.