Time to Shine

It’s time to shine. Dry those eyes.
Move into the night. Dance as
you watch the sun rise. Seize
the day. Enjoy each passing
moment. Breath: it will be okay.
Exist. Live without trying. Smile
after crying. Push yourself to be
the light that fights the dark.
Don’t be a dog that won’t bark.
Don’t be a fish. Be a shark
that tears negativity apart.
When every candle blows out,
and each light turns off, be
the light that guides others.
It’s our time to shine. Time
to write the end of this line.

The Air Between

I look up and breathe.
Both my eyes close
as I exhale. I see you
take a breath after
I take mine. The air
between us thickens.
The energy flowing
means that tension
is growing. The air
between you and I
forms an invisible
wall – one too small
to see through. The air
between us dances
back and forth.
Recycled over again,
the air between us
is more than a gust.
The air between us
knocks off the rust.
It shakes off the dust.
I look up and breathe.
I smile and take in
the air that we share.

Hourglasses

The sands of time fall through
the hands of time. Hours, minutes,
and seconds rain from above
and shower clocks with love.
Each grain that slips through
is a day… maybe two. The grains
can be blue, black, grey, or green.
Every second that will pass
will do so fast. Every minute
will sink as the timeline shrinks.
Check your hourglass and see
what time is left. Stay calm –
dump some sand in your palm.
Lend me both of your hands;
let us stay still as we fill
space in this mysterious place.


13 Moments

My day is made up of moments: moments that stick like cement.
Moments cement themselves into memories: memories that
stick with me and follow me.Throughout my day, moments
pass by faster than people do. Moments are quick to come
and are quick to go. Moments define the time had, whether
good or bad. I’m trying to live in the moment, but I’m worried
about the last and the next one. Several moments have gone by,
and I didn’t even notice. Now, I’m wasting this moment by
thinking about the last few. Momentarily, I notice this day:
this moment causing movement. I wish to share these moments
with the people I love and cherish. I’ve come to love every moment
even the ones I wish were gone. Moments pass by with a blink
of an eye. Moments become distant memories to some. Surprise.


Molly’s Moment

Reality is shifting. Can I adjust?

Spirits are lifting. Who to trust?

Perception altered. Time went fast.

Memories fade: Some unscathed.

I journey home. I forever roam.

Visions look different.

Nothing’s the same –

Yet I remain

on a journey

to find home.

Hours, days, and weeks go by

And I look at the same sky.

Molly’s moment feels so right.

This is her moment; This is her night.