Gift

_{It is the sound of morning birds and cars rushing nearby, the sight of dawn just beginning to caress the sky and beautiful stained glass. It is the smell of fresh mown grass and budding flowers. It’s the taste after raining for hours, and the juiciest fruit you haven’t seen for months. It’s the feel of wind in a warm front and cold water from the hose. It is the only thing I know that has kept me going this long- it is always a gift from God.}

Known

<sub>If I wouldn’t stumble
Trip
Choke
Fumble
So over my words
Thoughts
Emotions
Expressions
Then I am sure you would understand.

But this hand
Tongue
Pen
Mouth
Was not made for you, but for me
And it is so far incompatible with the waves of your wake.

Make no mistake, I will continue to try
Endeavor
Struggle
Attempt
to make myself comprehensible in your mind,
however-

all things in good time, and
me
myself
I would love to make myself known.</sub>

Sunrise

_{It is beneath the rising sun that my mind
empties of everything and simply leaves me behind.
Suddenly I am swimming in sunlit hues,
basking in the glow of red-yellow-blues.
I have almost become
at one with the sun
in this dream,
when someone starts to talk to me.
I am shaken loose of the thought,
and start to walk
away.}


Something random. Ohio has beautiful sunrises. Not so much with sunsets, but it evens out.

Re-Brown

<sub>We were talking in my dream, brown eyed girl and I. Suddenly, I realized the change that had occurred. Her eyes weren't brown anymore; they were dark gold, shadowed amber, the color of fresh earth and bare trees. I became ashamed and apologized for my previous judgments. I don't remember what we said after that, but I do remember thinking that the only thing more dazzling than her eyes was her smile.

This is more like a poetry prose crossover baby thing. Or just prose.
I did have this dream, and I did wake up ashamed of myself.</sub>