"Along Came Wednesday..."A Poem by ChrisRemembering how to breathe ...again
It's
nearly quiet now - raindrops
barely continue to hit-and-miss across
the skylights and roof, though
still beading up on the window panes 'til rivulets
flow and fall away in the wavering dark. No
lightning just
lamp reflections shimmering along
gossamer strands of woven myst. And
the mind flows on…
Another
3 A.M. moment just passed and
here I sit remembering how to
breathe again as
the ghosts crowd close and
the edges of my vision fade into black.
I
can hear my breath each
pause …and start… and
end - but it doesn't …end…. it
and I continue and
the thoughts …continue and
the rain continues and
sometimes you don't really WANT to
remember how
to …breathe… again but
you do.
Smiles
always seem to fill the tears that
join the mysts that
walk the nights that
leave behind so many dreams and
wishes that you held so
very, very tight 'til
your mind remembers what
is and
isn't anymore …and
the next breath begins… and
THAT ghost fades… into
the next and next and next.
The
Cheshire Eyes looking in fill
the pains with rainbows and
the unicorns dance and dance while
the faerie folk play 'til
your heart leaks all over again… and
as the rains fall behind your eyes the
fingertips curl and
make gestures through the air and
the MAGYK… the MAGYK WEAVES anew! And
each yesterday is a “now” And
that “now” fills each pause 'til
the next start takes it away…
…leaving
me to remember how
to …breathe… again… and
now it's 4 that’s passed.
Chris © 2016 ChrisAuthor's Note
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