The Night Shines Like Fireflies

There it goes
and here it comes.
Say goodbye to the past and
welcome the future with a wide-eyed smile.
Welcome today with open arms.
Whatever it brings.
Whatever pitfalls,
be it screaming naked in tears,
banging your head against the wall because she decided to leave,
clutching clumps of your hair and pulling hard at their roots.
Wiping tears from the stained and cracked wooden floor
or just staring into space in a daze for hours on end, 
whilst sombre songs float delicately around your room.

Whatever triumphs land on you.
The joy of opportunities that drip down from the sky.
Whether they bring success or failure.
The spark of a new love igniting a freshness in your stomach
or the realization of being happy in one’s contorted body.
These are the moments when the secrets of life are revealed,
they open up and announce themselves in all their unashamed glory.

So constantly scrub at your skin that seals the pain and
rub away the past to reveal something new,
something untouched,
something clean and pure.
Fresh from a world of regrets, where choices were made through fear,
realize this is a moment to embrace.
Whilst yesterdays are filled with sorrow and girls on mortuary slabs, 
know that today is filled with blossom from autumnal trees.
Each day brings light so treat yourself to those pleasures
the ones you have negated before
the ones you believed you didn’t deserve.
Feed yourself the sun,
don’t be afraid of this light.
Love people
oh the glorious people
who enter your life and delicately push you forward.
Cherish the moment you are in
for once,
start to live,
start to breathe
and start to believe that
it doesn’t matter whether you choose the right road.
All that matters,
all that counts,
all that really counts
is you pick up your weary feet from the floor
and move forward in a direction.

There may be mistakes and regrets,
glories and failures
but there will be love and laughter,
tears and heartache
and whilst the mornings can sometimes be filled with darkness
the night shines like fireflies.

An Ode to Cascadia

The clouds whispered in soft forms, they told me the secrets of rivers and leaves.
The pines grew tall, bent atop, the weight of cold air extracted their green.
The lake mirrored houses and mountains, glistening respite, for a weary mind.
The peaks, snow-covered, scarfed in clouds, proud to be singular in their jagged magnificence. 
A lowly buzz of an unknown species moving around, I hear it flitter between dust and darkness.
A slow life is trapped, fossilized in time, what minuscule existence these people must live?
The smallest of aches, and the numbest of pains, dip sweetly like a blue magpie in this Douglas Fir.
Into the evening, she flies away, crescent flight path arcing in the full harvest moon.
Cascadia emboldens you; it serenades with time. It slows down the senses and manifests your mind.
You'd be forgiven for thinking you're at the edge of the world, slowing decaying into the Sound.
And where did the wind go when it stops breathing? It rested in Cascadia before upping and leaving.