jaybeasley2

collecting things with sentimental value is

letting emotion take up space

open up a new trash bag can be just as good

underneath a pile far too

distracting when the advancement of

every bit of space is important

directing you to clear up

have to downsize without desire

organize what should be given

right in time to value you

introductions that keep happening

zoo of demons hide firey inside of me

outside the door is a steel shield that is you

now you know there are no trapdoors

as the breeze kicks in

I look for a cloud moving in

there will be rain today

then the smallest thing is a taste of air

I will return to home and

make a warm welcome

to the room and a

broth with some freshly

chopped cilantro and onions

and these are tears of joy

because I am not going through my own

crisis anymore yet

I’ve given change to homeless people today

and I have bought a drink for

a person who needed it

But I am thinking of you and

have concern for you

being safe and healthy

by the time I see you again

and the leaves are stirring up

and singing this song

the wings of the trees fluttering

the drops voice a pitter patter and

there are cool moves to the reaching

of the season showing

all the signs of new autumn

and I will be ready when

these leaves change more

and nobody can love you more

could it be the moon is

out there talking about

the need to get out and keep on

working the air

across the rainy day

from your shiny eyes

while an evening awaiting

the arrival of some yum and

you like the flowers you keep alive

to be seen from

the bedroom window

and we enjoy a coffee

when we see the river outside

do you think we could

see if sometime between

full moon beside starlight but

right up until the pail of sunlight burns in

down to the moment when

I can tell from every look on your face

that you enjoy

a long song of quiet

and silvery shine of a

lovely lonely night

to be consumed

by some separated time

or a very separated idea

on a volume of times apart

and what was gotten out of it

could it be that the water

passing in front of the moon tonight

is the secret time you dream into

while the minutes

of stillness pass

Any other rooms you are a close as this

I have a good golden feeling

to carry across the abyss

into a dark curtain of next day’s release

and as I make an orange drink drop

down my throat as a

matching color sunsets around

the last place we talked

and I miss you that much more

till you come home

made a change,

a range of seeing ,

agrasp at the new space,

a making place wrong to be,

little details which

make your choice for you,

the attitude who consumes you,

the hurt which revealed you,

the same pattern which

was puzzle pieces parting from you,

this place even you know is true,

we were on the same page until

your acted like we

weren’t at the color that

came through Like

it brought you

make a conversation

or make a choice to choose

the follow through