It's ok ~ It's ok

 My wings wrapped you in a blanket of love

and sheltered you from the world.

It's ok to let them go,

to fly ~ to glide ~ to float.

It's ok to set off on your own journey,

to feel the breeze ~ the raindrops against your skin.

It's ok ~ it's ok.

I was never divine,

just feather upon feather ~ flesh upon flesh,

with no real beginning or end.

Just a middle where I found solace in your presence

and stretched out my embrace to give you safety from the storm.

It's ok ~ it's ok.

Reach out to the wind that has been howling

calling out your name to touch the stars.

It's ok ~ it's ok.

It's time to watch you soar.

It's ok ~ it's ok.

It's time to hear you roar. 

It's ok ~ it's ok.

Morphine Takes the Form of Words and Whispers

 

I can feel your presence, even though you're silent.

I can hear you shifting through the shadows to allow more light to reach me.

I don't wanna make a sound, lest it breaks the gossamer threads of

my thoughts reaching you.

I lie down at night and think of messages in bottles,

airtight reassurance of the strength hidden in their cursive writing.

They say sometimes it takes years to reach another shore. And not because of the tides.

It's because of the owner's soul that somehow slips inside before the bottle gets corked.

Throughout the journey,

the stowaway keeps fighting for a way out, to no avail.

Perhaps the tides of time will put an end

to the voyage soon. Perhaps not.

I feel your presence, definitely.

Sometimes in the form of our messages-in-bottles drifting closer.

Sometimes in a sudden gust in the wind. Sometimes in a smile fading in the night.

Were you just there, turning the corner?...

I Just Am

As the sky opens its curtains to the stars,

I see the Universe and feel its vastness.

It offers me time to rest.

I see that I am not here to question my presence, I just am.

I know my past has been filled with numerous directions.

But realize that my journey was predetermined

and gracefully accept its course.

Trust me, I tried fighting the offerings by wandering about.

But the nothings led me to nowhere,

and finally out of exhaustion I fell.

For me, this is a chance to reconcile with a beautiful revelation.

I wish that I had found it,

the thing that couldn't be.

But now the stars are guiding me so finally, I just am.