Here’s a short poem I wrote at 3 in morning. I wanted to sleep but my mind just wouldn’t go so I thought a poetry session was in order. Don’t really know what I’m trying to say in this one to be honest, maybe someone else can make sense of it, but enjoy anyway…

My life
Is the pengelum
Swinging between the extremes
Of ever lasting love
And all consuming hate

If those two emotions
Make up the ends
What serenity
Do I find in the middle?

Upon sunsets brow
Do I watch the sky
Furrow it’s cloud covered head
As it tries to calm itself
Into sinking into the horizon
Dreaming as we dream
Of new days with new colors

If we dream of skies
Does the sky dream of us?
Gazing down at us
it’s stars in in it’s own
midnight sky
Ever changing constellations
Of street lamps
And headlights
Anything to banish the darkness

Does the sky see
The bright yellow lines
Drawing pathways
To guide our way home
Among the skies stars?

Does the sky look up
In wonder?
Does it dream of the stars?
Does the sky take comfort in us
As I take comfort in it?
Knowing that in all the chaos
My small piece of serenity
Lay above my head
And in the stars
Who stare back at me