Friday, August 6, 2010

Life's Formation

106 degrees rule
hot sun screams
ceiling fan cools
soul swaying
beckoning for light
Jazz playing
possibility of a
harmonious night

Flame burns
wax drips
pauses in mid air
mint tea
warms lips
daggering stare
brown eyes bleed
hazel tears

Multiple colors
that exspress
yet camouflage
my metomrphosis

A new me
a larceny
of time
to the world
will the universe
still hold me
in it's arms

Will I be a butterfly
A wonder woman
or simply become
the next level I-

(C) logicalpoetist August 2010