above the clouds
my eyes could drink the evidence
of a sun that everglows. beyond.

today there were no clouds in my sky
yet it wouldn't be the appropriate day
to seek evidence.

my heart is

wrung and hung
choked in its leap
to quivers in my breast.

notes: and to think that the day had begun with my
cruising the sun

mesmerized by the beauty of its light
i dived sea-deep and emerged asparkle
in explosion of joy

my spirit soaring skyward
embedded in golden azures sang
songs of praise to September.

then he came.

masked in gentleness thunders
lashes. strikes. leaves
me bleeding on this page-

but I read
somewhere. once. to not feel discouraged
when these things happen. so

let your (my) spirit take control
maria. plane on freedom's wings to the
infinite spaces within where peace and
love reside. wear

the celestial garment of light. pure.
like in the dream. like in
your dream







*m.a

09/12/2010

Posted on 09/12/2010
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