Which way is Up

Over and over
seeking respite
I lose myself to music and
comforting blanket of night.


more than once life turned itself
upside down
was it me who fell and didn’t know then
which way was up

It doesn’t matter now

Life moves in gentle ripples
and clouds trickle by in sluggish moves
across an Autumn sky
where questions hold their own
peculiar answer.

Your beauty shines its light
on those lives you don’t
even know you touch
…yet do.

Perfume still fills the air
electrifying senses of those who’d dare
to reach for the moon
knowing if they miss
they’ll still go onto higher love
that in those quiet wonders
it’s all there.

© Daydreamertoo    *All rights reserved

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