Dreamful Thinking

I ought to know there's all too much to grow to truly understand the natural hand that stretches out in glee, inviting me to plow and plant and reap the seeds I sow I ought to chime there's all too little time to truly look within, ask how I've been? that shakes my hair to know I'm not aware to love and live and journey up the climb I ought to say there's all too much to pray to truly heal the broken spinning wheel that turns in hope when washing soil with soap to right and rest the wrongs, will good outweigh?

you have a brain at the top a heart in the middle and feet at the bottom a hand for "stop" some fingers that fiddle all set, go out and get em’

1 The more you give love The more an angel's cup fills The more holy wills 2 The moon rises bright Not to replace the sun’s height Both work day and night 3 Cradles me asleep The sea is a lullaby Rocking back and forth 4 The jungle runs wild Beastly freedoms take control Running forever 5 A tall tree bending Feeling the downs of the day Meeting me in pain 6 Colors shedding through Along the rainy pavement Now searching for gold 7 Seeing the sign up Doesn’t mean being fluent Speaking its language

Walking beside trees, harmonized by summer looping right around, a spacious crisp corner. Chiseling silver stars with a sapphire backdrop pinned high, a wrinkle-free sky stretched on top. Making stiff necks turn, matte eyes twinkle and stardust graciously goes on to sprinkle. Beauty is sweeping, twining in tender air introducing thoughts to a path so rare. The breeze humbles in tone, curves smoothly on cheeks a leaf blows by, softly parachutes down from trees' peaks. Though quiet, there are greetings between street signs applauding this moment for how it perfectly fits & aligns. At this hour the city lights calmly dim, night takes the win for faithfulness filtering in bliss from a day’s blister, swapping sun for moon with no bitterness.

Schools closed  everywhere Houses  fenced in Events  shut down Stores running  out Out of breath Breath soaking  soap People  masking up Doctors  scrubbing down Patients impatiently  waiting Waiting with prayers Prayers tightly  locking Time breaking loose Budgets cramping under Families over staying The bats have been freed The butterflies are now lost

There's nothing like the home I once knew. A child rolling in sugar and sunshine swinging back and forth, through air so sweet. Waking to sing with morning birds each day anew, to loud growth and silent beauty, pure and fine. There's nothing like the home I once knew. Long, luscious pony tails and pony dolls too Playing, brushing each strand of theirs and mine, combing back and forth, through strands so sweet. Fun fashion choices follow me through late wedding nights, dresses of colored wine. There's no place like the home I once knew. Daddy picking me up under a dome of blue, Mommy hugging me down in bed at nine. Swinging back and forth, through days so sweet.  Looking to my sister with eyes open and true, flashbacks wait for a greeting, patiently in line. There's nothing like the home I once knew, swinging back and forth, through life so sweet.