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Grand Piano Staircase to the Moon

Build me a Grand Piano to the Moon.
Stars between the Earth and June.
Tap a dance around the hat.
Magic is hidden inside all of that.
Chrome on wheels of cars that fly;
rumbling motors that touch the sky.
Memories prance inside my head; others come out in dreams instead.
I don’t ask for rhyme or reason; Life is but a brisk new season.
Stir the pot and watch it boil.
Plant the seeds in raked out soil.
Cast the fishing line to the lake.
Soon will be the time to bake.
Ovens bring the house to life; with ham and turkey cut by knife.
Memories blast through the atmosphere; I have to catch them to keep you near.
For as kites fly from high above; my heart is full of those I love.
Past or present doesn’t matter; distance makes my heart grow sadder.
From Earth to Heaven I cannot choose; from here to there we always lose.
Life is like a whip of time.
Pass the flame that made you mine.
Cross an ocean of waves
to be the center of someone’s history.
For as we skip the stones on water,
watch the waves cast even further.
Distance is a finger length;
so much easier than you think.
For as I look from moon to earth
no candle holds brighter than giving birth.
Those ideas hidden in your soul;
set them free and fill the bowl.
Candy was a given thing, never did I get a ring.
No matter what the circumstance,
perhaps it would strip me of the dance.
I couldn’t be who I am now
if I took another road somehow.
Our genes are tied to generations;
mistakes were made with every nation.
No one lives a life unscathed;
we still become ashes or bones in a grave.
Life is full of doors with change;
be ready for the rearrange.
Light and free seems awfully easy,
yet I can’t condense; it makes me dizzy.
I always am who I was back then;
just letting a new kind of music in.

Cindy J. Buechler
Cindy J. Buechlerhttps://creativejeanblossoming.wordpress.com/
My Poetry, Photography, and Journals hold treasure from grade school to high school to adult school, which I'm still attending ... just waiting for the final grade. Each layer of life reveals a new truth and with age, it becomes apparent that time is my greatest rival. My hope is to reflect with words and pictures that offer comfort, insight, and wisdom for a life well-lived with peace and tranquility in the end.

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