By Mark A. Leon

Blackness
Light
Awakening
Existence
Hope
Transparency
Extinction

Suspend the mechanism
Listen to the heart beat

Bump
Bump
Pause, murmur
Bump

Clear the mind

Focus
Exhale
Repeat

Collect the thoughts in a jar
Store it for the next world to see
Bottled up, safe, secure, protected

Look at the memories

The first kiss locked in the song on the cassette tape on the floor of broken dreams
Virginity, a donation with no reward
First love, tragic, so tragic
Second, jaded
Third, waiting

Dreams
Floating in that lockbox with the moonlight holding the key

Happiness
That is a tricky little animal
She peeks out behind the tree
Around the corner, you try to catch her
In the closet, perhaps
Nope, gone for now
I’ll see her again soon

For now, lost in a trance
Lost in a song
Lost in the memory scripted so eloquently in my journal
The sky opened with each page and then clouds ensued and rain washed away the words as it lay again in the back of the closet

Let me be, watching the sap from the tree
Waiting for a little honey to comfort me.