Traveling Astronaut

i. Black Before Bedtime

Honeysuckle basin of owned charcoal, brushes on with callused hands

Red paint dances swiftly on the cooing sunlit canvas 

Carving moons to pepper and embroidering woods of unspoken letters

Daffodils swinging in the breeze as the paint reaches paper 

Cloud towers to excite your eyes, city lights as merry as Christmas

Nighttime chilled atmosphere--bathed in like a sponge left breathless

Saturated waxy glass sculptures and singing cars below 

The white slate owned its new colors

A world like no other

Frozen hope I plowed and shoveled inside

Inspiration squirts out like juice from a lime

White colored in with stars before bedtime

Sleeping next to me- the art which holds my scars

Smokey mind no longer a casket, its calls of comparison are sparse

   I'll always remember Black Before Bedtime this way:

To forever let out the demons before I let my body drift away

~SumBlueSunshine