Top of the World

When I climb on the roof of my home
I go to the top of my world.
Watching the night tide come in like an ocean
I see these waves of darkness hold the night with power,
And I sit glaring up at the sky.
I am overjoyed, and it is my minds elation
For the space between the star and the blue moon
Is the air that fills my lungs, and breathes my freedom.
It is the very same air that gives me the frame work to my mind.
Laying down the challenge of the elevation
To your spirit that fly's far beyond my grasp.
But not even the highest point, the furthest distance can sway my determination
My challenge to keep chasing, and catch you.
The joy that I hold in my heart when I am with you,
Is only something I can feel.

But I am only a painter that let's you see into my soul
Like a painting, you see swirling divine lights from God
Glimmers of hope.
A self portrait of somebody I thought I knew.
The thought alone, that I don't know my own self, scares me into submission.

I walk down to the park,
And while the park lights shine down on me, I stand
The rain clutters my hair with moisture,
Leaving me with no choice but to smile as I sit on a bench.
Yet the emptiness still sits in the cool blue sky, and leans on my shoulder
Pressing against my chest and my very foundation.
Nothing seems to shake the loneliness in my dark brown eyes.

Still in my distant discovery, I search for you in the sky,
The silence sits in the massive space reserved for the heavens
And the loneliness displaces me among the very existence of my life.

It's the pinnacle time of the gloomy night to drink from galaxies of wonder
And soon a morning can't help but rise, reflecting in my eyes.
Showing me I am more of an artist than a speaker.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2003