The Evolution of a Green-Starred Soul

I breathe on
I live on
In the night of the sun
In the day of the moon
I dream on
I sing on
Through the rain
Against the wind
I see stars in the blue sky
Green stars flashing across
Slowly fast jumping past the speed of light
Words drip fast slowly into my mind
Half forgotten like the morning dream
That fades away because of the so-many-other things
To do before the pen found my hand
In the dead of night
Having wasted another day
Trying desperately to remember
The feelings
The senses
The scenes
The imaginary beings that are so like the people I know
The story my mind concocted while I slept
But I forgot not having the time
To spend five minutes on my Self
In the pure selfishness of words written by and for Me
Not for money
Not for someone else's greedy demands
For me
That forgotten person
Who in the the light of morning wants
To sit comfortably curled within the coffee cup
Of a dream for a luxurious moment
Listening for the last drop of wisdom
Bitter and sweet
Spoken by a sleepy other me brain
That doesn't know it lives a life split from reality
Oh the joy of not forgetting silly dreams is lost on Me
Who mourns for long dead poems
That melted away like the quiet voice
That no longer speaks
Like the sad little kid
Who sits happily alone enjoying the solitude
I have been alone
And yet have forgotten how to be alone
To be prolifically alone
I putter doing things I should do
Instead of things I must do
Thus avoiding the life within my soul
That may not exist forever in the short time remaining
That grows ever shorter with each breath
Tears drip from my pen
A torrent on my filled pages
Hiding sad events away
Within a drafty garage filled with boxes
Of old memories getting crushed over time
As they sit unloved
Unseen
Hidden from my soul that wants
To exist again and forever
To sing breathing the earth
Deeply into my lungs
Soiling my heart as seedlings struggle
To survive until the morning light comes
And I water my soul with attention
Listening to the songs sung each day
Within my body
I shine with fire that burns ignorance away
That was always with me in me around me
That connects me to my children
To my lover
To my Self
I breathe on and on and on
And come closer to the end of time
That beats on and on and on
At my fingertips
Onto peaceful green pages
Non-digitized
Old-fashioned
Quiet and alone and patiently waiting
For me to find them again
Sitting under a tree
Without distraction or interruption
I have finally remembered it
In the dark of night
With barely enough light to see
Tired beyond my mind
Out of my mind I cannot stop
The stream keeps flowing
Bubbling up hot into a cold mountain lake
Clearly a wake up call to continue creating
Diving into every wonderful moment I am given
Even if it is my last
Especially if it is