My crystal tear-shaped eyes 

can see through the disguise

and reflect an ocean back to you

of the emotions floating in the room

I will pick back up that broom

and sweep the feelings right on through

like empty nut-shells

that we no longer need.

I’ll feed my soul the ancient seed

and let it grow fast like a weed

even though it is the prettiest of flowers

some consider it to be seen as lower

and yet it stands for equal power

because it does not require

acceptance to spread like fire

I welcome it each

inspiration an undying flame 

just out of reach

too much beauty to continue

sweep the feelings right on through

forget going through the motions

let’s dive straight into our emotions

let them wave along just like oceans

or a spell inside a potion.

I need calamine lotion for this creative itch

inside my mind

that’s in a permanent commotion until I breathe

into my devotion

to myself and this creative notion

you and me starring in my story

remember true love is the greatest story spun

ever told and my telling it has just begun.