When Words Come Out Like Stars To Shine Poem by Troy Cochran

When words come out like stars to shine
and the mushrooms growing in my brain
pop out in colors overnight, exuding dreams
I'm no good at remembering,
it helps to start my day out right
to catch a few of these lithe things
still dancing in their fairy rings, self-enamored
in my own moonlight.

I'm mesmerized to almost find
so many footprints in my mud,
moss grown up where daylight should,
mysteries drifting through my wood,
and nothing is for certain wrong or right;
just the murmur of a stream, a tickle of delight,
and farther off in the deeper night
an existential scream.

In short:
I would teach you how to catch a shadow
if I could; teach you how to do them battle;
grab a mood and shake it really good;
and love your enemies as you should.
But all of my philosophy, and where it stood,
is a pilgrim keeping to his vagrancy,
who walks in grace and some disgrace
with a lantern low about the hood.

I wish the world could treat me right.
Sometimes I find it over bright.
I pull the covers over head
and linger a little longer.
Words come out like stars to shine.
I make of them a little rhyme.
Passing time,
till Love comes tripping to a secret rendezvous
lending her luminosity where she wanders.