Muse Of My Heart

Empty. Empty of anything which has mass. Full of Fire and Air.

I will never know. But whatever the amount of time, I floated above his face. I felt more and more like a curious bird, like a gosling. He was just something beyond what I had ever seen before. This could not be a Man, but I knew it was. However, he did not have the snarling facial features the other men had, from before. He also was not screaming or yelling or spitting. He merely made a light humming sound. Almost as if he was asleep. I cocked my head to the other side to perhaps get a better look. I would very much like to touch the hair.... ********** I never have felt a fear such as this in all my life. She is naked, though I suppose that ought not to be my first shocking thought. I wonder if she notices I am awake. No. She continues to look at me like I am a ghost. She is the one with wings and only her hair to cover her, however magnificent it is. "You may not touch my hair." I suppose I shouldn't have said that, for she just flew up past the highest canopy. Th...

The silver wind strikes my face. I keep my eyes closed. My wings stretch out the tips flexing and sifting the air between each feather. No longer crushed into my sides, no longer in the darkness, no longer covered by my humanity, I open my wings to the sun and the sky. They are strong. I can hold the sky below me and above me. The air caresses my body to the tips of my toes. My hair will be a mess when I am through, but for now I will let the wind twist his fingers through it. I see a billow of water and dirt, a cloud. Tucking my wings in to my sides, not cramped like before, but like an arrow, swift and straight. I fall, fast. Diving into the cloud water permeates my whole being. I bathe in this water, bask in this sun, strengthen my soul with the foundations of my flight. Cleans my body, mind and soul. Leave my heart in this clean and and pure sky. By the time I glide low enough to be seen, I am called back to being alert. I scan the Earth below me, desperate to be hidden and to no...

Everyone is like a wave. They come and go. They change and grow and shrink and play and dance and dive and love the shore they caress. Some of them flow in smooth and gentle bringing harmony and leaving only love and happiness on the silver sands. Others come in crashing and spiraling, destroying and collapsing onto your shore. As they slither away and off of your  body, you are no longer silver. You are black and oily, slick with grime and covered in things too caught up in the waves to let go before they too were smashed upon you. You are left to clean up the pieces and your body and your soul. You can make the sands silver and silky again, but the sands are not infinite and the moon only shines so long every night to make you silvery again. Beware the rip tide and the crashing people that invade your life, taking everything and leaving only filth and broken things, with broken wings.

of you not breathing tomorrow is higher and higher every day. Awe. Joy. Happiness. Love. These are priceless. These are ends in themselves.

The only piece missing from me is a direct passion, I am filled with awe without a direction. The problem with practicality is our fragility. The chance

Well the West wind had blown and I want to drift off with it. A sure deterrent is this awful sickness. From what I understand it has actually made me depressed, as well as giving me a runny nose and a headache. I suppose the lack of good fortune on Halloween could have something to do with it, but as everyone says, it's not important. I called my best friend on Halloween and 'this phone has been disconnected or is no longer in service'. That almost broke me, if I hadn't already been expecting it. So instead of sulking I have joined a choir, cleaned my house and made new friends. There is C. who is charmingly nice and friendly, M. who is full of all kinds of spooky spunk, N. who is dangerously un-judgemental, and M. who had taken over one of my closer friends. Like he said, I am giving up all the immature things I like to do, like parties and holidays and weekend trips and hanging with friends and wasting time on drawing and painting and movies. I am going to spend all ...