water

Summer brings so many good memories. Like how I learned to water ski in 2005, how my family had gotten a new knee board, and how I was the first one to get up on Lake St. Catherine in 2006, when last year my parents got my whole family season passes to the Great Escape. We went to the Great Escape probably 15 times, so we definitely got our money’s worth.

Mud season.
It’s quite an interesting time.
There’s melting snow everywhere,
And random patches of ice,
Mixed in with the slippery mud
Under the carpet of decaying leaves.
The melting icicles dot the houses,
At least if there are any left,
And animals haven’t come out of hibernation yet,
But they are thinking about it.
The water,
Where the ice has melted off,

I, myself, have been to the crystal city on the water.
I have stood on the glass balcony which reflected back below.
I have traveled endless miles into the sky which this place sits,
Where the shows are the thunderclouds far down where we row,
Above the clouds where storms cease to exist.

I jump. My arms spread wide as I let the wind beat against me, my hair flying out behind me as I dive, plummeting towards the river below me. I try to open my wings to fly but they are stuck I twist in the air trying to stop. I break the surface of the water as I plunge to the bottom, my legs twist around as I try to right my self but the current of the river is to strong.

To move on with your life,
is to let the fire burn,
letting it burn bright,
never flickering to go out.
The day it goes out,
is the day the water runs,
it runs through heart, soul, and air.
It is invisible, yes, invisible,
but exists,
wherever there is a flame flickering.
The water waits inside others,
others who would take your fire,
and use it against you,
don't let that happen.

When you step into the crystal clear puddle

What matters then?

When you step out of the puddle and the car sprays you

What matters then?

When your shoes squish from the water

What matters then?

When your umbrella decides to break in the rain

What matters then?

What happens when you wake up from the dream

What matters then?

Absolutely Nothing

In my world
There will be lots of waves
They would lap up the bad
And let the good swim in peace
Magic would waver everywhere
Whoever loved would take
When bad would take
Ocean would wake
And everyone would turn against
Then finally
The bad would shake
And the good would overtake