the blessings

this old home

it's dark wood and melted glass reflections on the wall

the warmth of the bath in winter

the cabinets filled to the brim

a fur rug on the bed

the children and future held safe and unbothered

ease of mind

tremendous grace given

walking in beauty

knowledge of the earth

connection to the energy

the intellect intact

the release of bitterness

(by way of shrink ray laser)

low octane can't hold a candle

this is true rebellion, after all

only real love wins

the energy of song

the dance my body does

the wind lifting our hair

and clearing our eyes

the voice to rise with yours

the songs waiting

the welcoming arms

the sweetest smile on your face

coming my way from Southeastern climes

Welcome warm one

to the winter of my contentment

so gone and far away finally

with their Venus envy

and alchoholisms inherent

those dark heavy runes just blink off

old t.v. style into the that last white star in the center

glass screen reflecting our candlelit room

I fly my life skyward