Ashes
+++++ashes
Dust
+++++ dust. . .

Solitary
++++++++ machinations
World weary
+++++++++++++++loneliness

Clinging fingers
++++++++++++++lose their grip
Confusion lingers
+++++++++++++++anger
fear. . .
+++++++++++++++Now, that’s ENOUGH!

How now,
at last,
to build
that castle in the air?
+++++++++++++++++between my ears,
my heart,
+++++++++++++++++my gut,

so I
my living colors
+++++++++++++++++can fly bright and high,
so that they buffet,
+++++++++++++++++beauties
in my mind,
+++++++++++++++++and in the world of humankind,

for I
can
+++++work and play
by light
++++++++++of sun. . .
and, at night,
++++++++++delight–

my supine form,
++++++++++++repaired
by gently prodding
+++++++++++++++rays of stars
and the loving,
+++++++++++++cradling sway
of crescent,
++++++++++then, of waning moon–
its healing beams
+++++++++++++++that come to bathe me,
bless my dreams,
+++++++++++++++and let me rest.