30 for all of 5

Monday

This mist from the sea
Is like coffee on me
And like sand in my hair
Comes the lighthouse's flare
Illuminating my goal incredible

I feel the past is clinging
While the future is singing
But walking on my hands
Does not confuse the sands
Who each hold me as responsible

Come the lighthouse by flowers
Where my fear whiles hours
But no heights conclude
Where passions do not intrude
No challenge without words indelible

Why sure as the strength of rocks
Must doors come fitted with locks
For my anger to redound
Or my courage to resound
But let not my confidence be illegible

These walls I must scale
Passing cobbles as in the dale
And fortune favor my rigid school
From whence I come no fool
Having brought many tool indestructible

If these walls could talk
Of my upward walk
Wearing what many attire lacks
The spinning electric spider tracks
Proving the worth of technology irreducible

These pages I infect
Like a pool would reflect
Turning leaves on the breeze
Wooing words come to please
All who would teach to be sensible

I spilled the mist in the rising sun
Come and dance, the day's begun
We're free to play when time is seducible