Feeling content when held in their arms.
The warmth of their breath as they kiss you.
Seeing their eyes first thing in the morning.
Knowing the arguments will come
and being ready to work them out.
A trust that defies understanding.
Being able to see them with their friends
and know they will always come back to you.
You set them free
and in doing so
set yourself free as well.
Jealousy and anger will be there
but so is the knowledge that they chose you!
To be able to rest is nice as you lay down.
Waking up can be a chore.
It is the smell of coffee that drives the senses
to gather the wits and start the day.
Yet sleep still beckons with its comfy blankets
cocooning you in warmth and softness.
To get up or not get up?
What shall be today’s answer?
I plan on writing about this.
I have an idea for a video.
I should cook this for supper tonight.
But all I want to do
is lie on the couch and watch movies.
I am a creative genius
who is merely tired.
The moons reflected off the spires of the tower as I watched them raise the flag.
Such an archaic gesture meant to make people proud.
I find myself drawn into the celebrations as the Triarchy gains itself a new member replacing the one just lost.
The colours beam down from the palisades showing the beauty of the stars.
I never understood why we could only wear white at the Jubilee, until I was in it.
The colours.
The riotous, mad panorama that shines upon the humans and the world they have made.
Some claim the whole race is mad.
Others say merely creative.
But this environment where we are all plain, wearing the colour that is all colours – white, then finding ourselves awash in the rainbow of starlight we are all equal.
Prismatic colours that force you to blink because they could not, should not exist.
Yet they do.
The lines streaking past your eyes as you try to take everything in.
I have recorded only three Jubilees in my lifetime and each one leaves me breathless, unable to stop crying.
The Triarchy has not come to an end, though there will always be dissenters.
I am not here for the politics.
I am here for the display given life through the ice palace’s windows.
Forever will I marvel at the simple engineering feat that allows such beauty into this world.
I am Saturn’s child.
Christmas Break.
Vacations.
Easter.
Spring Break.
Any Long Weekend.
Interruptions from the schedule.
Time to recharge.
Also sleep times change.
Bleary eyed in the morning.
Coffee not strong enough.
Crazy excitement over
and tiredness reigns.
Times become relevant again
in a deadline kind of way
and all I can think
is how good it is to be back!
It is not as if I can control it.
It’s all in my head you see.
Science dictates that my brain is wired
…. differently.
The chemical synapses blink randomly
and sometimes even shut down.
When overwhelmed it is – hard
to get a grip on life and do the duties expected.
Yet I survive and do not choose the end
so many have chosen.
I do not live for myself.
I live for those around me!
Local means a country not just the neighbourhood.
Inflation keeps on rising as you struggle to increase your wages.
People look for the bitterness not the hope.
You can watch a show televised live from the other side of the globe.
Weather that affects one region ultimately affects them all.
The oceans are deep but can still be polluted.
The leaders say they listen but have their own ultimate goals.
Our children have to be stronger than we ever were,
Our world does love us but will not tolerate tantrums for long.
I can not make him happy.
No matter hard I try.
Time and time again I find myself beset with his problems.
His moods.
His anger.
I will be blamed for the problems
and I know I should not feel guilty
for His failings.
Still I find myself empathizing
and wanting to help.
I should always remind myself
He does not want to commit.
He does not want to work things out.
Not with me.
Not ever.
So I sit here and cry
wondering how much more will it take before I say good-bye.
It takes time.
It takes courage.
Set backs will occur.
Strive forward
as best you can.
Look to the next challenge.
Show yourself what you can do.
DO it!
You can do it!
You can do anything!
The gifts bought in hopes
that they will be received in good spirits.
Clothes for the hard to buy for one.
Jewelry for the one who explicitly stated their preference.
Mugs are easy to get and though
they will sigh it is still a reminder of love.
The other knickknacks like keychains,
calendars or towels are fun to disperse.
The best is the memory
of the adventure.
Where you have been
and what you lived in those moments.
Saturn's Premier Poet 