Lacuna

I used to believe that—
California was a land
Of forgotten dreams where—
Flowers only provide
Constant reminders that—
Beauty still exists even
After the sky cries so—
Dry your eyes and—
Don't forget the sensations
Blooming within
Are flames combusting
In water droplets
Washing away the worries
The pain—

The underlining
Images in heat
Projected by the rage, but—
That's just what the stanzas
In my notebook once said

Love is eternal
Everything else is a
Detail in the wind

Everything has a purpose
We are only in control
Of how we react

Love is eternal
Everything else is a
Detail in the wind

Everything has a purpose
We are only in control
Of how we react

What kind of boundaries
Are needed to maintain
Energetic equilibrium?

Friends, family, fill in the blanks
And give thanks to your voiceless
Companions wearing flowered-collars
Rooted by your touch—

The voiceless
Sound the loudest
When you need
To listen most

They understand
Emotional displacement
Best, so let that manifest

Love is eternal
Everything else is a
Detail in the wind

Everything has a purpose
We are only in control
Of how we react

Love is eternal
Everything else is a
Detail in the wind

Everything has a purpose
We are only in control
Of how we react

Unlearn to relearn
And eliminate past conditioning
Let the transitioning
Of your metanoia
Guide your true self
To where your mirrored-reflection
Is a blank space of missing parts

Love is eternal

We are only in control
Of how we react

We are only in control
Of how we react