Creative Juices! The cherry flavored kind.

At 3:30 AM, the brain shuts off...And we get progress.

And come to think of it, Im really not a fan of most cherry 'flavored' things. Except maybe twizzlers. And those cough drops my mom used to give me when i was younger.
Anyway..

I once met a man on the edge of the sun,

where time stood still

and blankets of warm haze kindled sounds of my flight.

He told me, "son take it slow. This paradise is spun from spools of ourselves."

Heavy in thought and humble in fault.

So we dripped sugar into the iris of our footing,

and waited for result.

My spirit found its form in fire,

purged at the center of my dream.

And guiding shadows along its path,

my dance ignited sparks that sprung past myself,

and into his light

I am your blink and your grasp.

I cling- and you are lit.

But hands of heritance could no longer keep me.

A salty mist soothes restless chatter, and I am beckoned.

Soon i will wade into the starless night sea.

But his earth prevailed over the water,

and i grew sick of its recklessness.

And how it opened up to you.

The lustrous eye gazed, still, with unwavering certainty...

and the smell of sugar implored me to stay.

Not great but it's a start.