Someday I will have my own home

Someday I will have my own home Not impeded by human contract In the gift of the universal expanse Constantly floating in a fixed plane Someday I will have my own home Unrestricted of permit and lease Of inhibition and toxic tumult With whiffs of pure freedom Someday I will have my own home Founded by dreams and yearnings Built with stardust and fairy light Where I would eternally belong

Not a poet, anymore

There was a flicker A spark I may Youth of mine Sparked thoughts Fluid, the motion The words flowed to die Where water and flame met Ashes of those Flowed, flown, forgotten Dimmer it got The words never dared For the spark was gone The umbrella I hold It still rains ash dust