This feeling I dream of for my injured feet
was conjured up by Samantha’s Dream.
That my wounds be bathed in river’s light, or
oceans roar, and be dried over night.
For my meaningful mind to quiet exploding flames,
freeing a stillness Etheric Karma to my heart’s delight.
Roots withered from drought are soggy from tears
made by those with desperate ears and no foresight.
I among those voiceless speakers tilling the plight.
Raging forth every night in my past with no mission has now dispatched me forth with a task fueled by intention. I glow with an alchemist’s treasure, my soul made of gold my name befitting its structure.
Anguish from self pity, and self hate
had sunken me deep past the ides of time
and sweets with no treat.
I still submerge beneath the sinking vessel
with blocks anchored at my feet.
Staring past my own wounds,
knowing they will not cause my defeat.
A shadow casts over me tonight and I over it
another shadow of my own light. So bright I
bleed through fabrics not known to human senses.
I am healing for the budding in my sapling ankles
so I can unfurl and dip the tips of my toes
in the cosmos milky saucer.
Lalabhais Lullaby 