like i just ate fresh oranges

this is where i do my best thinking

the hour illuminated

this feels right

feels like i've been here before

like i know this place

and i was invited by friends

faded stories of yesterday

glimmering memories in the distance

liminal teetering tilt

a balancing act of sorts

what do we remember

what do we hide

the view is different from inside

different for all

yet warmly familiar

childhood games and songs about rain

superficial gain, and lingering pain

we all fall down

i know the ocean is near by

or that once we were a part of it 

so it can't be too far can it

or the best time to find something is monday

or the worst time is not saying 

i love you

this thing

this horrible retched thing called love

bright and brilliant formidable beast

see, perception is everything

glass tints

scene change

tea and peace

legacy and loyalty

honor, quill pens

this is one for the books

arrogance

sour joy

little do you know this sunset is a contradiction

for rising rays wake

gently caress

measuring time by the distance from hips, or freckles

eyelashes and eyes

no tea or coffee because

i'm broke

and i love you

and you love that

bright angles wings are painted on backs

we live here

this hour sits for revelation

hovers with the buzz of night

vibrant full energy, glowing to give rest

yet, brighter still than noon

casting shadows thick, bold and heavy

i've felt like this window sometimes

vibrant and full of rays

like i just ate fresh oranges

or finished a book

or after sex

or during and before sex

what i mean to say is i've felt free

a part of the world that exists in a place that's whole

all is known

where all is.

gold

 Photo by Amanda Grupp.  Words by Rashaad Hall.