On this
Though it is a mountain top I stand,
Colors falling upwards
From my hands.
They cover me -
Take over my eyes
They eclipse me -
Take over my mind
They shake me
Until I do not know if I am
blind or alive.
exhaustion like tea
steeping in water
steeps in me
until I am nothing more
than the aches in my bones
and I begin to wish the walls
are coffee, too.
dancing inside of me
words spark, coloring my
world, trying to awaken
me - painting the wind
and the air with the color
of music. colors that are
a thousand harmonies searching
for their melodies.
The mountain is too high
and I fear I will fall.
I dust the weariness away from
my bones
there is life deeper still.
colors deepening into hope and
night
reminding my soul that it is not
a wild thing,
and coffee can only do so
much before the bite begins to sing.
on this,
knowing it is not a mountain top,
I stand.
harmonies finding melodies
from the colors in my hands.
