Melt

Imagining peaceful settings
I can usually place myself there
Rendering myself calm and laissez-faire
And temporarily without care

Repetition of a word
A mantra if you will
Tends to make me still
and deliriously tranquil

Then there are those times when my mind 
is muddled from the hand I've been dealt
it is then when I have to dig deeper
And command myself to melt

I initially envision myself starting to drip
until I progressively liquefy
And lately I've been pondering the types of liquid
I can turn into before I solidify

I could be cinnamon tea
a spicy medicinal brew
Or leave a tangy sweet after taste
from the juice of mango or honey dew

I could be rain...a brief spring shower
that those lovers can saunter in
Suddenly I downpour...Watch them splash, giggle
and dash towards shelter amid the thunderous din

Perhaps the salty sweat 
from strenuous, sultry, salutations
Or the joyful tears
from such soul stirring sensations

What if I was a swift stream
that flows into a river's rippling wake
Expanding into a sapphire sea, widening into
an onyx ocean, oh the excursions I could take...

But I've solidified again

Oh well...
There's always next time...