87 Sadnesses

87 Sadnesses

Embraced and held inside a beautiful cocoon
manufactured of 87 long forgotten sadnesses
I float, suspended in moments of now
undefined, unfettered, unbound
swinging in the balance
where Ottmar waits 4 stars 2 fall
surrounded by blue and the source of all blues
yet I care not for the source nor the terminal ending
time is not an issue.
just the warmth of sadness that holds me now
warmly
nurturing
where I can accept the worst and know that the hurt will not destroy me
where acceptance cleanses and again I will smile, for myself.
here. now. where it is possible.
in my radiant cocoon of 87 forgotten sadnesses