Heartache, in poetic form, with an old illustration

Here's an old drawing that I did years ago, to accompany a new poem I wrote. 

"My Yesterday Sky (Mi Ayer Cielo)"

Your embrace...

The sunshine for my blind heart to see

The fingers that hold the stars in my sky,

On webs; spun of hopes & dreams; interlaced with warm cozy memories,

Tickle & Sooth my heart's ancient soul in it's deepest wounds & on it's most tender bruises 

...& they belong to you

The hands that are my gravity, 

& hold my planets; & their moons; in orbit,

Keep me from spinning out of control & tearing myself apart, 

While they paint the nebulas; of inspiration; that have formed galaxies throughout my deepest inner space

...& they belong to you

The arms that carried my fallen stars also belong to you & they held...

The sunshine for my blind heart to see

...That is,

Until you saw that we just can't be, 

& that it was time to let go 

& set the universe free...

Now,

A black hole is all that is left of me

-Bsomb4

Finally FInished!

So tomorrow turned into today, on me, twice, before I could get back to write this. The Weekend was busy, but profitable. Made some money, spent most of it, and had a good time with friends and family doing it. The highlight, though, was finishing the longest project ever! The mural that I thought would never be finished is finally finished! It was a great feeling to put the last highlight in the lettering, and finishing it off. The walk to the car was as enjoyable as could be, knowing I didn't have to try and schedule another trip to try and finish. I have my next mural project on stand by, right now. Once again, I will be working at another local junior high school. Jr. High kids are funny. They always like to watch me paint and ask a lot of questions. They usually try and talk me into giving them some spray paint, or tips(the kind that go in the cans, not pointers), too. Even the girls! They are building a wall, just so I can paint a mural on it, at this Jr. high! How fresh am I? ...well, actually they are rebuilding a wall that already had a mural on it, and they want me to restore the old mural that was there before. I don't even get to be creative this time. Or, at least that's what they want. But, I will be trying to sell them on the idea of letting me do something new. That might be a while though, since the contractor that was fixing the wall disappeared. Now the whole thing is on hold and no one knows what happened to the contractor. The school is looking for a new builder to finish Houdini's wall. But, until then, they can't even use the building I'll be painting. I can't tell you what happened to the contractor, because I don't know. But I can tell you that I will be extra careful on that job, to make sure I don't disappear too.