Poetry With Me

Sometimes I disappear

although it’s as if I’m still here

my eyes are lost looking at the images inside my head

Sitting in the creations I made

the maladaptive dreaming taking over my inner and outer self

slowly lowering my resolve and gaining my consent

I am sitting quietly listening to the birds

but my mind is running

its running in the fields of honeysuckle and watching the dragon’s fly

seeing the castles in the distance catch fire

as I watch the fluffy clouds that seem so close

Close enough to reach out and touch.

I watch the night sky open up before my eyes

and hear the birds and crickets singing in the grass and trees

Fireflies imitating the stars they are shining bright and hot as they fly in the cool air

If I have disappeared from you my love

Please come and look for me there.

I’ll be waiting

With Love,

GV Rioz