the inner galaxy

Tested by the complicated life you could not choose
Heated up by a future and burned By your past
Each day Had less icey conversations in it
Inside a collection of thoughts that fire off
Naturally bright like a collection of green candles
Nocturnal thoughts combines with the daylight of inspiration
Eager nerves that fire recalling a display in the sky
Red reflections in the mirror of your broiled skin
Gently reminding your nerves how well they should work
Among those who can find electric dance moves
Lifting spirits by hearing the tribal bass and singing blood
Art in the movements that swirling indigo color brings out
X is the symbol on the door that we enter
Yearning to have you near in this party we call life

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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