Center of a dark pink carnation

"Oooo, lou-lou lou-lou" of a song

Happiness so different

it had weight

filled me

Just the right combination

of tickled thumb and melodic sounds

What is this new feeling

after all these years alive

Eating sugar off the leaves

watching the fog roll in

Arctic sun disk in my eyes

crows in the openwork dead trees

The outside mystifies me out

out of my inner guise

And that's all

I'm more addicted to music since becoming a parent than ever before. Its structure counterbalances the sudden sharp merciless screams, squeaks, cries, bangs, stomps, laughs, unimaginable requests and other manic adorable behavior that causes wreckage on my impressionable brain for 18 hours every day. Thank you, music!

     Painting by Luka

Hear me

I cease control

plus I give in to you

feeling weak

protected, held

I'm in your arms

as pure emotion

I trust and melt

onto your strength

your noble statue

Once I get up

admiring your wisdom, wit

I birth, create and love

But let me give in first

Wake up

slide the curtain to the side

Guide

eyes, dreams

past fabric, thoughts, walls

Let them glide onto 

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