Poems | My Wasted Space

sweet swells of music in the dead of night.
rhythmic waves wafting through the timeless twilight.
or in the searing heat of summer,
a boogaloo beat that just won’t quit.

the pounding surf of your soul,
glimpsing the mysterious music of the whole.

a daring dance in focuses of light,
in distinction then disappearing out of sight.
or in a golden burst you can’t quite remember,
a revelation you can’t make fit.

through the wake of your soul,
a glimpse of the mysterious whole.

but you can find harmony without a fight.
you can make the canvas of consciousness bright.
or you can blindly be the loser,
misplacing the prize offered as a gift.

the completeness of the soul,
in the oneness of the whole.