
Like FirefliesI wanted to catch the sunriseLike Fireflies by ~xXdr0psXx
in a bucket of crystal water, to
take the blue light
from each star in the sky
& shift the brilliant warmth into
a jar of glass that you can open
& maybe think of me.
The clear deep color of the oceans
is reflected now in my skies;
I watched as fire burnt
every cloud of gray, every
desperate dying leaf
to begin life & color from the ash.

04.07.13You speak to me in terms04.07.13 by ~xXdr0psXx
like the future is already written &
you've appeared so familiar
through words & spectrum tones
though we'd only met in dreams.
Today
I've discovered a concord I haven't known
in months & days that passed like years;
another stillness I cannot place.
Over three hundred & seventy days after,
two to six hours past sundown,
& an hour from home, I found
just one thing that changed it
all.

MeaningYou are a feeling with no describing words attached;Meaning by ~xXdr0psXx
It's not something I cannot define, it is
the cool light of just-after-dawn when the world
is only now awakening even if I
have been up for hours or only fractions of one;
It is waking to the smell of coffee
or cigarettes and that feeling
of familiarity, even though
I have never been here before, yet
I am okay and I am content;
It's that feeling of floating
when you know that you are safe because the water
will not let you down and there is only blue
casually above;
When you close your eyes and
nothing holds more comfort
than the arms you lie within and the bedsheets
folded

One Of Those NightsIt's one of those late nights or early mornings that are perfectly still and quiet. Only crickets mimicking a ringing silence. No sound of cars close by, nor the usual, but distant, hiss or roar of the freeway. No mechanical noises like the ever present humming of air conditioner units cooling Florida's oven-like houses. Nothing in the trees or roaming in the swamps. It feels like every living creature, besides the crickets, have gone to sleep. No shift in the air. Nothing at all within the spectrum that ranges from a violent wind to a caressing breeze; it is motionless. The only movement I can place is the far, far off fire, or twinkling, ofOne Of Those Nights by ~xXdr0psXx