a hundred thousand thoughts
that i push into the light
a candle flame waiting
to ignite a soul.
a hundred thousand words
that i push into the furthest reaches
a blank page waiting
for my soul to ignite.
and i stumble around the darkest sky
and stumble over a star shone sun
and wonder if i am already
home.
or if home is waiting for me
in a galaxy that fits into
a hundred thousand thoughts
left floundering in
a meaningless mashup
of words.
and so i chew the light
and blow out words
like smoke lingering
in a cold wind pattern of drifting snow.
and.
The sky is white with pale strips of blue ribbons
and the fog hangs low over the trees in the distance
steeples rising up like wishes.
and the words evaporate into the light. once again.