I throw my hands up to the skies
As my Spirit leaps out of my skin wondering aimlessly.
Why does it seem that the stars are loosing their luster?
Slowly diminishing from prying eyes
Slowly disappearing...out of sight.
The moon's glow was stolen
It's the scheme of things, that the thief would appear in the thick of the night.
And the confounded crickets, no longer the symphonious lyres they use to be,
only serve to confuse me.
Meanwhile, Ambrosia's pale ale defiantly makes her way pass my lips as I purse them up to the Gods of Summer
While I attempt to sing my song to whomever will listen...
To whoever is in charge of miracles...
To whoever is the guardian of the heavenly symphony.
You are my audience...Soldiers of Music.
As I stand waiting for the refreshing *soltic breeze,
where indigo and orange meets,
my body is prickled with unnerving chills.
Gathering my wits...gathering twigs
Swinging from branch to branch
my mind's dreams can only dance
to whatever symphony you impose upon me.
This Maestro called life,
know that for now I shall fill your house, with a crowd to see
how unpredictable your harmony can be
Bravo...Bravo!!! They'll scream,
Encore...Encore!!!
I broke my leg, here I still stand
I sweated....I cried...I fucking bled
But this summer concert is not the end
I will keep singing, Conductor
©Jessica Rodriguez
*In reference to summer solstice
