The world runs around and bucks you
Off your trajectory with minutiea that drive you
Up a wall, and down into darkness which blinds
Your senses that either gives adrenaline or freezes
You into a statue that’s blind, deaf, and dumb.
Your vision turns into bright starts that short-
Circuit your mind with blinding light whose sport
Is to suppress your logic, embracing emotions
That turn you deaf to all evidence against your passions.
Those then steal your ability to speak your mind.
As the world moves round and round, like a merry
Go round, so do you try to stave off the shocks that ferry
You into dismay as experiences are disillusioningly
Petrifying, with their obstacles and demands
On your taking a stand outside your comfort zones.
Stay the course.
Savor each experience.
Strengthen your faith with failure or success.
Sever negative relationships,
And let your self-confidence emerge
A snow white pigeon of peace and verve of life.
The summer sky’s shades are all vibrant, Going from baby blue to azure to royal blue
Changing on the whim of the weather that can’t
Decide which blue suits it utmost:
Dark and depressing, or cheery and frisky?
Mainly, all are moody and try you out for a test:
Of whether its moods become yours or do you heartily
Overcome the sky’s emotional breath?
Gazing dreamily into the sky’s constellations
On a summery night, fills your breast with
Wishes and desires that abound in intentions
Of freedom to roam among them, freeing your breath.
The Constellations’ Devine joy is in being constant,
True, and unwavering attestation to God’s will:
That surmises the need for unchanged candescent
Brilliance that brings hope and faith that spill from the quill.