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Everyday, just in time — right now will pass.
Just one Mississippi after midnight,
today arrives and makes yesterday the past.
I listen closely to my heart
and one last time I regurgitate your name,
spitting it out like bile that cannot remain
lest my mouth become a hostile environment to lifes different tastes
and I starve myself of my own love once again.
In conversation with the Universe,
everything good I can imagine — becomes my truth,
the dreamer confronts reality
convincing it of other possibilities,
there’s magic always on my mind
when I remember to celebrate life before I die.
As I fly East of the Sun and West of the Moon,
listening to the breeze atop hills where it’s ‘June too soon’
I hear the drumbeats of beloveds from ancestral planes
as they whisper my name — I hear them say
‘freedom is yours — forever and a day’
my heartbeats are a part of their symphony
and fire dances rhythm beneath the soles of my feet.
I can pick up the pieces and rebuild pyramids
from the ash and dust inside my bones,
I breathe in light — and it calls me home.
