Goalie-Like! Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Butterflies on cheeks
in a whisper, thoughts do slip
inside blank pages

I've awoke in ink
a stranger force inside me
gales are Lullabies!

in blue skies I blink
a symphonic crescendo
hot and beautiful!

deadly white and dressed
a rough Ashlar's beauty
tumbling ideal's roar

as sand shields my toes
wright, after wright, after wright
the sun, breathes on me

and, at the ready
a landslide worded harshly
'are you awake', now!