I still write …
Late at night …
My fingers gently linger on the fluid pen within
Scripting dreams in slivered moonbeams
Lavishly dipped in invisible ink
I think –- therefore I am -– mindful …
Of memories misted with mayhem
"Havoc & disorder in a jocular sense"
Vents of past hurts and indiscretions
But I've learned lessons in hibernation
Silent communication raises mental palpitations
As brain waves beat to the rhythm of "your" words
I read them slowly and *smile*
All the while writing in code – Ezzsential~ly stealth mode
While Phenomenality abounds in circular sounds
The Universadevine winds ribbons of relevance
Around fingers that linger on the pen within
Babynoon sunrises idolizes evening runs with comet guns
Shooting lazer stars through the best part of my nighttime REM
I dream in color watching them ………….. *twinkling*
Sprinkling shredded words across an inky sky blanketed by ……. Psalms & Proverbs
Sacred words that rock me in a cradle of comfort and security
It’s sure to be a night of flight akin to Marijane mornings waking up ON HIGH
But no cannibus sativa for this ms. mimi diva (at least not today) -- *don’t ask me why*
Winter Blazes amazes the timid child in me
So I be floatin’ above life’s fire~y trials with whimsical wings that fly
Gliding … while riding roller coaster realms of reality
I’m a sneak freak~a like Delrica …molesting words subliminally
Criminally …
All willy~nilly and Robynwildchild~like
But my soulchild is innocent and law~abiding
Steady fighting those things that go bump in the night
So if you’re wondering -- if I stopped writing
The answer is NO / My pen is leaking but I still got a lil' flow
*Photo takes out pen & pad – And turns up the light*


*Dusty & Rusty*