Sailing to the stars

The sky breaks
Tears fall onto my face
That is lit from the Stars before.
Ropes surround me holding up the sails
That push us further into the white capped waves.
Legs may be shaking
Unsourced sounds may tremble high above
But with each heartbeat
My breath catches the wind
While the salt tangled in my hair.
My eyes are blind without the stars
But with my compass it guides my boat safely through the foggy storm.
The sky has broken
It has wept on my face and boat
Yet I still sail on
Out to the ocean
On my way to the top of the stars

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    bloom

    on my bedroom dresser,
    demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
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    each flower once flourishing and loved--
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    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,