Afterglow

I have already seen the afterglow
But the natal glow
Is yet to be known by my eyes

Its too late to play
The drums in the living room
But play them anyways
So we can camouflage the words
That make sound ugly

I prefer not knowing
The pasts, but they keep showering
Them upon me.

Take your fire hose of woes
And place them gently in your room
Take the key and swallow it
So we can revisit that place
In a few hours

In the interim
If the silence is prodigious
Just know the word you chose
Was the wrong one

I know not what the future holds
But I know it glows
Like soft coals in the summer sun

I have seen the afterglow
And it burns
Like a thousand suns

A windswept flower
Falls appart when sought idly.
Wildness cannot be--
Should it be for wildness' sake.
All tigerss lame enclosed.
Yet wrestling eternally
Fierce eyes that wont die.
Methinks this is living.

yes

i like the solemn glow
of rocky mountains
after a hot summer day

i like innocent dancing
through rolling rivers
to the sound of the coyotes yelp

i like sunburns-
but not the kind
that dont get dissappointed faces
from loved ones

i like a rocky landscape
that is covered by
pine needle forests
sheltered by snow

I like moments of confusion
when i forget that something
that is connected to repetition
and learn chaos

i like a fiery soul
a fighting soul
a broken soul
thats mended

I like happyness
because i've seen the dark side of the moon
and well
there isn't much to see.

i like the sound of music
especially hopeful music
because life is full of hope

i like to cover all my bases
only to know i talked about nothing
but feel better anyways