Dew Drops

Dew drops lie on the shaded grass
Untouched by the moons gentle light.
Whispers of wind reach my ears
But not overpowering the thoughts in my mind.
Through the trees where the stars should be
It remains blank, empty.
Waiting for me to fill the void.
My hopeful eyes get overshadowed
And I turn away.
I don’t want to lose which is why I fight.
I steal the ball and make the shot.
You are in my sky so when
You put me down but they bring me up.
You try to keep me in the dark
But my hands find those who care
And I still find the moon’s rays.
 

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    on my bedroom dresser,
    demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
    rubbing against a dusty glass vase. 

    each flower once flourishing and loved--
    only to be hung upside down,
    and left to die in a dank closet. 
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    turn my swag on

    Live, Laugh, Love.
    The beautiful flowers of earth sprout from the seeded soil,
    The trees blow back and fourth with the rythem of the wind,
    the ocean swells into giant pool along the rock cliffs of life,