Breath in deep
And take flight.
Floating on a beautiful journey.
Far beyond time,
Anywhere in space,
And high above the clouds.
No heavy loads upon shoulders.
No heavy thoughts on the mind.
Just the open sky
With clouds that dance
To the rhythm of the waves.
Breath out light
And prepare for night’s shade.
A time to renew the heart and soul,
For another trip beyond the clouds.
Breathe in deep again,
To take flight.
I have no love song to sing.
No sweet soliloquy to recite
Underneath the stars.
I’m sick with a disease that has no cure.
My heart barely beats,
As the confusion of what justice is
Proves to be a consistent strain.
I feel as if a single bullet aimed for my heart,
And pierced it multiple times.
A single body is housing multiple deaths and heartache.
As I drew my last breath,
I whispered a little prayer,
And ascended upon a higher path.
I have no love song to sing tonight.
Only a puddle full of tears and blood.
My Quiet Fire 