A Random Explanation

I connect letters

each with cases,

and various shapes

 Some straight, others curvy

 and play matchmaker

 with words and scenes.

I have no more

 than one or two pages worth of time

 to make it all work 

just enough to not appear tired.

I set the empty sky up on a date

 with a full harvest moon

I introduce the stars

 to a pessimist’s dusty dreams

And sometimes...

Not always.

But sometimes,

 it all works out

And I will sit back with a smile

as I watch them stroll

through some scenic place,

fresh with color,

 and background sound

sharing harmony at a perfect distance.

I take contradictions,

 balance them on each hand

And then join them together

Until they become

 one prayer of a promising friendship.

I touch emotions with warning labels

Too hot

Too cold

Things that spark and cause a shake

when thrown in a tub of sorrow.

I leave caution to fend for itself,

while I relentlessly dance with fear

until the jealous night concedes.

Some nights I trade

 lamps without lampshades

for lightly scented candles

 with trimmed wicks

Some days I choose a keyboard

So I can delete the thoughts

Of feeling like something

That is filled with crumbled paper

I've been called a poet

perhaps because I am really nothing

Without poetry.