"It's going to be a beautiful day" and other wonders of the western world

This is my second blog in two days!  Don't get too excited :)  Besides, I'm sure I'll make up for it by not blogging for another few months after this little spurt is over.  Anyway, wanted to share with you all a little free verse poem I just did.  There's a song in there somewhere, but for now:

“It’s going to be a beautiful day”

the hope of something not yet seen

but with quiet confidence I hold it

calmly, irrationally

with little fear of its running

it’s capnip’d cat, yet here I sit

you see, butterflies might entice it to leap

from me

to the lap of some new love

or, sadder still, away

and as the chrysalis splits,

I claim my life again

not the unperturbed balance

unwavering serenity

claimed by many, held by few

but the tension between passion

and control, that god of man

where life is “Yes!”

against not “no” but “perhaps”

that sink of dreams

you won’t take me down

It’s going to be a beautiful day.