On this

Though it is a mountain top I stand,

Colors falling upwards

From my hands.

They cover me -

Take over my eyes

They eclipse me -

Take over my mind

They shake me

Until I do not know if I am

blind or alive.

exhaustion like tea

steeping in water

steeps in me

until I am nothing more

than the aches in my bones

and I begin to wish the walls

are coffee, too.

dancing inside of me

words spark, coloring my

world, trying to awaken

me - painting the wind

and the air with the color

of music. colors that are

a thousand harmonies searching

for their melodies.

The mountain is too high

and I fear I will fall.

I dust the weariness away from

my bones

there is life deeper still.

colors deepening into hope and

night

reminding my soul that it is not

a wild thing,

and coffee can only do so

much before the bite begins to sing.

on this,

knowing it is not a mountain top,

I stand.

harmonies finding melodies

from the colors in my hands.