Ecstatic Me: Poetic Rockstar Junkie Chronicles

I wrote this poem in my head while at a Stevie Nicks concert. She is definitely a diva that inspires greatness within the minds of creative souls. I dedicate this poem to the influence that Ms. Nicks has had on me since childhood and to my friend Lora for being my Stevie sister. I wanted to be Stevie so much when I was young. Now in my older youth I find that I have actually become my own person who I believe would make her proud. I am true to who I am and I am as much of a goddess as I always thought her to be. I grew up with an open mind and an open spirit, thirsty for what I could create within myself. I have learned to quench that thirst with words, with music, with honesty to my soul. Thank you Steve Nicks for being a wonderful influence on an impressionable little girl.

Ecstatic Me

Sometimes I am imaginary when the world is heavier than the earth I stand upon
Sometimes I float away when I am filled with dreams I thought long gone
Sometimes I am the ship tossing about in a violent stormy sea
Sometimes I am the sea that swallows the vessel setting a hundred souls free
Sometimes I am the the raven on the mountainside carrying souls beyond this world
Sometimes I am the clouds hiding the sunshine from a sad and heartbroken girl

But I am always the wind under your wings
I am always ecstatic me
I am always the moon guiding the tides of the sea
I am always ecstatic me
I am always the song you hear, the perfect melody
I am always ecstatic me

Sometimes I am the rushing saltwater washing sand castles away
Sometimes I am the sand where the words of love letters fade
Sometimes I am the wind that moves the honey bee from bloom to bloom
Sometimes I am the silvery light that bathes lovers in the veil of the moon
Sometimes I am the curse of a scorned woman near her brink
Sometimes I am the words of wisdom that make her step back and think

But I am always the stars shining brightly
I am always ecstatic me
I am always the mother of life’s certainty
I am always ecstatic me
I am always what moves inside the brave and free
I am always ecstatic me

Sometimes I am the song and more often the soft refrain
Sometimes I am the voice inside telling you to dance in the rain
Sometimes I am the darkness that blankets a lonely night
Sometimes I am the brightness of the desert in the hot sunlight
Sometimes I am lighthouse perched high above the deadly shore
Sometimes I am the siren calling sailors to the velvet curtain of nevermore

But I am always the softness of purity
I am always ecstatic me
I am always what comes around briefly
I am always ecstatic me
I am always the heart that floats happily
I am always ecstatic me