Every Saint in Me

What it takes to be happy?
A glittering night,
An open sky,
The music that distracts
For good,
A slight breeze,
A new poem
That gets written
In the heart first.
I tune my heart of stone,
I extract nectar from
The figurative night
That is so symbolic
To be the god’s work of art.
A solitary darkness
Is a colorful meaning
For interpretative brightness,
No other darkness is more
Interpretative and thus Meaningful.
I wake up to the moonlight
And my soul trapped
In the musical soothing.
You arrive in bits,
I spill my paint
In the canvas,
Just like those bits.
Every curve and curse
Is thrilling,
Every saint in me
Is a sinner
In someone else’s court.
I count the blessings
Of a day,
A mind full of spring,
Even when winter
Treats me like an outcast.