Best Friends Birthday

What words can I write?

I have spent days,

Filled with your sunshine-

Every sunrise more welcomed,

Every sunset more beautiful.

That is how we mark our days,

In the ups and the downs.

The ups of the eternal skyrocketing star,

Pulling with it the warmth for that day,

And a promise of seeing a slightly

More reliable planet to orbit around.

The downs of a falling star,

Dragging with it the sleepiness from my eyes,

For constellations now map their way

Across my skin.

Both being the shooting star

That falls around the Earth,

Knocked down by a clumsy hand.

That rises above the horizon,

A breeze that is blown by red leaf lips.

I have spent days,

Trying to string together a sentence

Filled with gratitude grained into my palms,

Gravel on a dirt road,

Where I fall off of my bike.

Filled with appreciation added to my book pile,

My diaries filled with poems,

Resting on the top.

Filled with affection arrayed on a piece of paper,

Where tear stains become the only

Ink to matter.

Filled with love laid on the Winter frozen ground,

A digging shovel and a warm hand

Thawing out the now blooming garden.

I have spent days,

Writing every single thought.

I still sit here and

Am evaded by these words-

Words trapped in my soul,

Prisoner to the revolution,

But the jailer has lost the only key to the cell.

Left to cat nap on

Lumpy mattresses made of

Straw and sleepiness.

The words daydream in my already

Still mind.

Clouds drip into cotton candy,

And when the sweet treat falls onto the ground

It melts into mirrors,

All to reflect shadowing clouds above,

Each one immersed in sunshine.

Floating away from the world

And it’s ever troubling troubles.

Daydream Me takes Daydream You

By the shoulders.

The cotton candy mirror still faces the heavens,

Flat on it’s back,

Like a cloud watcher.

Daydream Me takes Daydream You

And jumps straight onto the glass,

Only to embrace you through liquid glass.

To find ourselves floating,

Away from the troubling troubles

And all the stressing stresses

That they are sure to bring with them,

Folded neatly in their brown leather suitcases.

But since this is a daydream,

And we are the pilots of the plane,

We decide that carry-on baggage is not allowed.

I have spent days,

Wanting to explain to you

My love for these velvet moments.

Where they etch themselves across my skin

Leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Sketch a Monet over my body,

Let the tiny bumps be the masterpiece

That I see inside of you.

Because the oil and watercolor blood

That once bled from my veins,

Has dried into layers of

Van Gogh.

And while I’ll always love Starry Night,

I now stand in a shower of sunbeams,

In a morning of new.

I have spent days,

Trying to tell you about poison pulling

Its’ way through my cells.

I wrote book after book

But when fire caught,

And kindling sparked,

The age-old paper turned to ashes,

As I fear I will soon do.

I have spent days,

Trying to tell you of the love,

That blossoms all around me.

And for so long I credited myself the gardener,

But lately, I’ve noticed that it’s you who

Holds the watering can,

Who gets onto their knees to pull weeds.

Maybe we aren’t even in a garden,

For fence posts and gates

Don’t confine us.

Maybe we’re standing in the woods,

And it’s all just growing around us,

The trees are getting taller

The ferns are becoming fans,

The leaves are living snowflakes.

And it’s all happening without our help.

In fact,

It’s the forest that inspires us to grow.

We become plants to be tended,

And the world around us becomes the gardener.

I have spent days,

Standing in your light.

Sometimes it’s starlight,

The moon wanes overhead,

And the paleness of your love isn't noticed

Until it’s dark.

And I can’t see,

Then there you are.

Shining,

Guiding,

Getting me through the night.

Other times it’s sunshine,

Not the type that

Burns skin

And

Squints eyes.

The kind that warms my hand

That I stick out my window when I drive.

That tickles my legs,

When pulled from the cool lake.

That makes me wish for a world without clouds.

I have spent days,

Learning how

To keep up with you

When your mind goes too fast.

To bite my tongue when

Flames roar in my stomach.

To speak gently when

Harsh words tiptoe on my teeth.

To love abundantly when

I feel ran dry.

I have spent days,

Dreaming of you.

Of life after this

Shoe Box Town.

Of a year down the road

Where no car goes.

Of two days from now,

Fog covering the scene.

Of the next time I’ll see you,

And the many ways I’ll try

To make you smile.

I have spent days.