Sadness breathes upon me
Like chimneys breathe upon the skies,
Yet, I will not allow myself
an inch away from happiness,
For I am my own cup,
and I pour upon me my own smiles whenever I can, however I can,
but even as full as my cup can be
At any particular time,
Truth is, its never as satisfying as when its not me
But you pouring even the littlest drops of smiles
Into these cheeks of mine…
Tag Archive: skies
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,
and through the eyes of this beholder,
life is beautiful,
within every pain or sorrow,
there’s a seed that dies and a tree that grows,
within every time that lapses
there’s a night that looms
and a day that dawns,
I see the cracks on the soils of my garden
and how it forms into a heart warming smile
like those of Obama’s,
and however the cracks do not warm my heart
I still would admit its beauty,
underneath the roofless skies
in the forest
where no one dares to walk for fear of the unknown,
I lay down,
and I see the stars,
but even this beauty reaches beyond mere sight,
all criss crossing the darkness with dotted lights,
I saw criss crossed in the skies
a priceless cow made of stars
that riches couldn’t afford to buy,
and i had it right there within my minds reach,
I watched the birds flock together,
all of the same kind,
and then I saw another birds
of a different kind join the birds of the first sight,
they made a pattern that stripped the fading blues skies
of its sole beauty,
White feathers flanked by yellow feathered birds
seen on the background of the “bluetiful” sky,
I also walked past a tree with so many eyes,
ridiculously,
I watched a tree watch me with interest,
maybe if it had had a mouth
it would have told me its thoughts,
and then the birds perched on my glass windowed roof sang to me different songs,
at times, it was so much only full of noise,
it still makes me wonder if they were screaming and cursing at the wind, the winter, or perhaps even the warmth,
and then I heard their melodies,
a beautiful song it was, a silhouette,
a fluted fox trot, and then a waltz,
thinking all the time whether to connote it as distractingly beautiful,
or beautifully distracting,
and neither my eyes nor my ears made these things the beauty I’ve come to name them as,
my mind only stayed awake to identify these simply as a beauty,
and woke up to those it never recognized as such before…
Some friends are like our own shadows,
we only really see them when the life we’re living
says “I am beautiful”
and brings the sun to kiss our skies good morning,
but they’ve always been there,
not only smiling and laughing as hard as we can
in moments when happiness flutters around like in summer,
but even becoming one with us in the dark
and sharing our burdens,
with us not realizing
how we’ve so much also hidden them in our dark alleys,
hence making ourselves shadowless sometimes even…
We’re from a different world my friend,
Where the grasses are green,
The girls are high,
And only the skies are blue…
Estonia,
Summer,
And I see the skies blue all night,
never dark…
If love was in my heart,
would I tell you to cuddle up to my side,
then turn around, up side down up
take a look at the skies
and watch the stars
sparkle like diamonds forever,
If lust was in my eyes
would I tell you to cuddle up to my side,
lay down, as I work you up & down,
take you through the skies
and make a light sparkle right
through your bowels and your entire like in the dark,
perhaps,
If care was in my mind,
would I,
would I tell you to cuddle up to my side,
then listen to everything from up-down
that you wish to tell underneath the pale blue skies,
and try to light you up
and make you giggle like a twinkling star?
If I love, I’d probably never do it ‘çause I’m scared,
If I lust, I’d probably never do it for my decence
and If I care for you, I’d probably never do it çause I fear for the end,
but one who does not show love, this way or another way
would sure find regret lurking every step back memory lane,
and the one who lust is already lost in lust,
and therefore is done with without being done,
while for one with care who never dared,
there’ll hardly ever be any friend near,
and with this knowledge,
i experience the moments and
find relevance in the love felt,
the lust expressed
and the care shared,
they’re always the moments that define what will be
and what won’t be,
and without them, one will always remain uncertain,
uncertain to recognize when they all join,
love, lust and care,
to form one,
for love doesn’t always mean romance,
and care doesn’t always mean love
neither does lust always mean vanity…
Poems & Writings Of Debi Daniel 