Starry Night (April 21st, 2015)

Fallen.
The stars above me leave trails
As they cascade from their celestial homes
To the undeserving earthly resting place
Their journey leaves a brief fiery remembrance of their former brilliance
Settling for one last pathway before resting forevermore.

I follow them.
My path is just as disorganized as theirs
My thoughts lead me to a rambling trek towards locations unknown
I have no purpose other than to purge myself
Rid and shake the persistent pesky thoughts that hang on
Their only desire is to lead me astray from a bright future
 Their only intention is to drag me back to the past that refuses to let me go
I have walked these paths before, yet my feet bring me back once more

I shall follow them into the dark
I leave behind the lights that guide me home
My sojourn is mine and mine alone
I am safe to follow the footsteps that bring me the comfort
Of infinity

Pausing, I marvel at their beauty
Orion and Andromeda are briefly specked with streaks of celestial kamikazes
They surrender to their fate and leave a final mark before their final sleep
This fate
This eventual pull towards the inevitable
The odyssey that all living things must eventually make
Some day, I will join my starry friends

Yet, I have more sand in my glass than they do
While my time here trickles ever south
I still pull breath into my lungs
I still have life to live
My journey has not come to an end, just yet
So I will make the most of the calendar
That marks my destiny and my dynasty

Until such time
As I join them
My fallen friends.

Morning Thoughts

Alarm.

You senselessly drag me from one reality

Void of limit and reason

To this Earth

Bound by laws both natural and man made

It matters not to you when I slipped into slumber

Your duty has been performed and your contract is done.

Oh, how I wish to silence you forever.

And finally get the rest I truly deserve

A steadfast love beckons me to the kitchen

You wait patiently for me in a pot.

The house is filled with the aroma of your dark, liquid magic

Transformed from the beans from faraway lands

To become an elixir or life in my humble abode.

The best part of waking up is you in my cup.

A pale pink eases into the sky.

Accompanied by the melody of various birds outside my window.

Any last thoughts of sleep are dashed away by the imminent schedule of the new day.

So, alas, my bed, I must bid you ado.

However, it won't be too long before I return to you.