I used to make time for writing poetry
I used to view the open sky
with a patch of summer in the winter,
able to see inside of every paper cup
to find the tea leaves
prophesizing of a better place.
I used to be so Neptunian
that my Joy touched the ceiling,
pierced through its illusion of limitation
and became the sky.
But then I began to listen to others
who told me about time and lines,
about boundaries and impatience
about needless details
and controlled ingredients.
I slipped for a while
and believed their craziness,
sold my freedom to a clock
and watched the hands tick
until boredom almost got the best of me.
Somehow too much suffering broke the vase
And water spilled out
Allowing me to swim to another shore.
This one does not have you in it,
so you can no longer share your limitation,
your warnings, your fear.
You could not reach the brilliant light
so you tried to diminish mine.
I am Neptunian
don’t make me practical.
I am Neptunian
don’t see my ecstasy
as a lost cause of no direction.
Your boundaries are not mine,
your illusions are your own,
your time, walls and fences
no longer tell me when or where to stop.
I have no problem
in my altered state,
you are no longer here
to try to contain, constrain me,
strangle my expression.
I am Neptunian
and I have swum to another shore.
My eyes see way beyond yours,
My ears hear the miracles of song,
and my heart beats
outside of the thump-thump of time.
I am not practical, nor methodic
not controlled,
nor influenced by those I had given permission to judge me.
Finally, the pain of constraint broke the vase
and the water came pouring out
But, I swam instead
I swam to another shore.
I am Neptunian,
don’t try to contain me.
Your criticisms are now behind me
and my senses are clear
I am finished with your limited world
and though you might see my face
and think I’m crazy,
my laughter and smiles
found their home
on another shore…