Things i feel

I stared in the cold morning sky,
watching the chirping birds fly,
embraced by the waking air,
comforting me with loving care.

"When i most happy?", i heard my self say,
"when do i feel complete joy?"
these questions dig deep into my very core,
is it in the great brilliance of today?

Do i feel it in the smiles of others,
or warm hugs of friendship,
could it even be in the closeness of kinship?
a hive of sadness it uncovers...

i live my day just like i would any other,
Lifeless and meaningless it seems,
time passing by in vapored streams,
is respite found in the endless wonders?

Night replaces the day, the sun resting in innocent slumber,
my fingers strumming the strings of emotional thunder,
the rhymes and poems stream from my cold heart,
never wishing ever again to be torn and part

Under the blanket of stars, and the ground of lights,
a field of twisted dreams and hopes of wayward kites,
red ink spilled on a sweet silky paper,
its thoughts carried of like a wind to a feather,

A new i write to trap what i feel,
to remember it for in its truth,
i find my turmoil soothed,
whispered breath and life it became real...