That moment the bass drops in a favorite song
Submerging your body from the core inside the musical trance
The first few strides in the open air after days of isolation
Open eyes opening once more as the daylight kisses them
A smile appearing where your lips were caressed by another's
Blossoming as your fingertips trace the fresh tracks of a kiss
The soothing heat that spreads through your body
Bringing a cool breeze gushing from your core within
You didn't have a drop to drink to feel this drunkeness
You sit in silence yet the music is still felt
You were never imprisoned to feel the freedom of open spaces
And your lips have been untouched for days unnumbered
But the memory is still there, fresh as the grass beneath your dreaming feet
As refreshing as the waters of a forgotten stream lightly touching your palms
Bringing a sorely missed kindred spirit back to its other life
Complete in it's entirety and clear in view
Without lacking in touch, smell or others alike
Oh love, it's real, more real than we could ever fantasize.

An exit for expression
An admittance with no fee
A mind free from excluding
An exhibition without end

The centerpiece- an installation
Ever moving within its frame
Its contents constantly disappearing
To reveal a blank canvas to be filled once more

The artist turns out to be me, and me alone
Leaving my post is an improbability
As the gallery holding me hostage is my own mind
Yet in truth, I find happiness in this prison cell

Without sleep I find energy from passers by
Who refuel my passion with their coins
Thrown into my hat beside me
Tokens of positivity that they cannot directly give

The door is always open
Even to those who find fault with the artist
Who tease me in my chained feet
And hurl their abuse with intent to delay completion

Yet still, I welcome companionship of viewers
Without noticing the deviants who scratch away at my painting
My selflessness renders me unable to notice evils
Blinding me with the future I paint before my eyes

My piece is never mastered
For I am distracted by evils constant approach
Presenting me with gifts of seeds, that grow in my soils
Only to blossom as weeds, and eat away at all goodness

But my grounds are open, and my job demands time
Rarely do I have the time to look upon works accomplished
But I steal a moment as sun and moon change shifts
Only to be met a view that gives no happiness as before

My stubborn positivity keeps defences up
Protecting myself from taunters and ghosts who take refuge in corners
I am distracted by my own optimism, the joy of what I do
But it hinders me, in ways I cannot defeat

My ability to seek vengeance was never yielded nor encouraged
So instinctively as always, I turn not to the voices behind me
And paint upon the canvas once more
The doors still open

I sit here, exhausted from a night of doing nothing
But for me, stillness is the hardest endeavor
The exertion of mental strength so uncontrollable
The tire overflows mind and is expelled through body
My body is weary from thought

I distract myself with mediocre activities
In hopes of dulling down my thought process
Which is more a rebellion in fact
As the thoughts rebel chaotically
With no apparent process to their stream

As I try to tell myself to focus
The commands mix into the storm already there
A whirl of letters pass my eyes in a haze
As if a speed game of scrabble completely injust
I attempt to forfeit but in vain

So stupidity comes to my rescue
With idle games and ample liquor
To lull mind into a dazed state
Vocabulary escapes and knowledge takes rest
Tonight I am a desperate fool

I came to your side as you lay down to rest
Without unwillingness nor hesitation planned
I obeyed your command disguised as question in caress
And resisted not your tight gripping hand

You may have thought me a pet well trained
Rewarding me with a silence from heavy breathing
So often used in attempt to keep me detained
And distracted from all you are concealing

But my eyes cannot rest, not yet
Even in this abnormal freedom
And look they did upon the set
And see did they your undefended imaginary proceeding

I watched as you tore his hand from me
And felt it all the same
Attempting to pose yourself as he
Was a venture with no question in vain

I did not cry when your grip held too tight
Nor act in defense or retaliation
I simply kept you in my sight
As you lost all in desperation

Our tie was withered only just so recently
And I hoped for its salvation
Yet calling upon her to infect me with jealousy
The tie broke itself in self preservation

I have no pen in hand
-You know- the one with ink
That leaves a mark behind
Not that one

That pen
Whose existence is debated by its nonentity
So vague the pen stroke
So illegible the words
That it leaves you with nothing but questions

You question yourself
Was it memory or imagination?
Yet the tingle upon your skin still lingers
Seeming to promise letters written before

Those words were not planned nor considered were the messages
But in truth and with paranoia instilled
Although they flowed through mind so fluidly to settle upon skin
I'm sure their waters were disturbed along the way.

This pens ink is poisoned
Best throw it away

I always knew my presence in your world would be brief
Yet I still am not only human, but a woman too
And by nature, emotions kicked in instinctively
Feeding the seeds of love with thoughts of possibility and potential
The words clouding my eyes and blinding me from my cause
And for that moment all I saw was you.

Your fear and focus jump started with these foreign feelings
Dragging you back and shrouding you in insecurity
Bombarding you with doubt without reason
Knocking you back down from where you had been before
Your fall, cutting me painfully deep was somehow as much a relief
For you were not ready to fight as I was already fighting.

Dream away sweet dreamer
For your visions in deep slumber are all that we see
A distant candlelight upon the horizon
Bringing a tranquil shimmer of light to the all consuming darkness of closed eyes

Your flame burns bright, lifting the blanket of shadow
Revealing the ruins of the land once rich and imperishable
Bringing regret and shame to the forgetful eyes
Yet giving vision and promise of restoration to those of hope

Look up with eyes wide open, but in the ruins I urge look down
Upon the ground, beneath dirt and dust
For still there remains rich soil to sow seeds and a vast land to rebuild
And in the distance, ever shining, ever lightening, the dreamer dreams forever