Deprevation

star
shine
brightly
on me.

sadness
drops
deep[er]
into me.

emptiness
is
but a
space to be filled
with laughter
friends
&
farts.

what never
was
still
chokes
like a rose
petal
falling
before
the thorn
pricks.
but even a thorn
is real.

can one choke
on a dream?

yes.

but
one can also
soar.

i flew,
with
you
touching
ether
blessed
by
Love’s Grace
and
Universe’s
embrace.

thanks be
to the
sacred
in thee,
and
in
me.