On my deathbed I am living,

Taller than I, assembly of faces;
Said greater than I – too is my vision:
Gather round me as I lift into grace;
With me, this unto there; companions
unchanged will secure my rule in bright bloom!
Bring me to dragons, I’ll prowl neath gold heaths;
Fell sinners, tear ’part quick my slow virtue:
Bedded I, sore stinged prick bleat to spry sheath.
King I am. All else is transient, SAVE I.
By stone and peach I am edged off my bed.
Friend that follows, that rids, nimbly closed my eyes
with careful, frenzied, bound blade I have wed.
Earthern army abord to uncharted
Dew, time, faceless therewith, I was yearning...
Rows of you, helms of safety, you guarded
To be shepherd and sheep not returning.
Be still, I reached mourning; by last breathing
I hushed; lucid thunder: youth, embrace me.

Jasmine's 16th birthday

Poem inspired by Notes

Life
I, a constant wave
Am a hearth

Love
Stars encircling us clearly
Beautiful
I struggle to see things
As they really are

Child
Hands from all sides
Offer me eyes
I learn my own

People
Elemental wholes
A fractional tug
So I clutch the strings
They’re like trees

Freedom
Beyond here
Goalkeeper isn’t in sight
But they might be
Soon

Living
Breaths, waves

dragon

dragonlit backpack

shining on my wet hands

i dipped in the river

of my dreams.

i felt them fading

swept away like dust in the wind-

i didn’t try to hold on because

i was living as i just woke up.

i lay there thinking

of new things

like kisses and hugs

and dreamy laughs and hair.

i wondered about nothing in particular

as i lay on my bed

slightly dizzy and waiting patiently

without words, only images

to wake up well.

so i woke up and i stumbled

as the blood dropped through my body

from my brain

and i felt awaker and forgetting

of the uncomfort just before,

after i had washed my face with

cold water.

some time later

a flash of silver and green

against a blue transparent

transpiring sea

still

with low thin clouds

and streams of blue reflection

glimmering gently and safely

against the beating of my heart

which i did not feel consciously.

i had just woke up

and i was thinking about my day.

what i have to do,

yet without stress.

harness

and live up

only the best stepping

when you’re not dizzily pushing

and scraped knees and elbows (unscarily)

past the high stems and bush flowers.

see, there are flowers

even there.

dragon

light,

be mine,

is mine.

is me.

i love my dragon spirit

and i’ll walk across these

stones this year even better.

even further, faster, harder work is my achievement to

be

me! oh what a feeling

and joy to live

and have

and experience

and see.

isn’t it great when your eyes don’t blur out

when you’re thinking

(it’s a cycle- i’m tired and i blur and get caught in my thoughts

then i waste time and sleep late and am tired again)

so this year i’m stepping with more skill

and like the still water i’m peaceful gentle and strong.

too beautiful to stare at too long because it’s uncomprehendable

beyond my comprehension and perhaps i shouldn’t waste time

trying to comprehend at all, not that i had.

yet it was some strange feeling to consciously know

something was out of my reach.

at least it is there, it is enough that i live with it.

i will slowly understand the fullness of it

of living

this is a metaphor perhaps.

dragonlike soul lionlike soul catlike soul

human soul

i’m living!