UP THERE

There are clouds familiar ones maybe the one overhead right now listening to broken hearts watching feet run away   witnessing the moods of souls the arrows of words up and tears shed falling down   the cloud, maybe this one has heard it all extending an empathetic extension of itself absorbing the pain folding … More UP THERE

A GOOD START

The soul of singing is a glorious sunshine like a sea of golden wheat tops ready for harvest as morning unfurls a heavenly glow   emerald softened leaves twist at the request of passing breezes   ground shadows from the hands of clouds cool the skin while a piece of sunshine crosses over a back … More A GOOD START

BETWEEN STONEWALLS

The structure of the proof is the land   observant eyes and obedient ears stand fast within the silence   the strength of rocks the support of roots a crowded rain   newness is grafted in   at sunset morning glories dip their heads   the moon is a celestial flower   what’s important is … More BETWEEN STONEWALLS

SETTLING IN

Winds circle wheat tops twisting stems into spasms like thieves running over dried leaves and dead branches   sunshine strikes window surfaces when passing clouds allow percussion’s of light to pass around dense mist   the ground thirsts for rain the blood of soil      

MAKING A WAY

Crossroads provokes idleness back to life   perforated clouds bless the land painting moving shadows tickling the infinite underground into jealousy   the past becomes reflected on walls of thoughts opening dark caves and mountains missed   just up ahead there’s a hole in the sky where kites exhaust the air and lost gloves return … More MAKING A WAY

WALKING THROUGH

The streets are me broken chains of thought in the company of whistles and horns a subway below sidewalks of people fishing for space between crosswalks while a guitar and sax play songs for quarters and dimes all beneath a sun and clouds forming shade and shadows as the engine is motion  

ALWAYS AROUND

Early winds signatures of change branches sway under invisible forces from all sides pushes past objects never restricted intent always direct untraceable altering without reason curving through cities tumbling into canyons unimpeded over deserts    

WITHIN REACH

A gift of words is the magic the key opening clouds   healing holds the temperature of the room diamonds rise as leaves fall   a newness provides the power like rivers   broken stars mend   what was lost resurfaces   the moon glazes onto meadows with smoothness

HEAVY WEATHER

A low rumbling a quiet menace brooding on the horizon   a language of sounds ominous clouds above the reach of man   evil markings retire day’s shadows relinquishing serene space to a greater force heavy weather reflects in eyes gazing upward   rain presses onto the souls of mortals.      

ANYTIME

wet footsteps on the floor cotton clouds the magic of music handcuffs the soul providing anywhere travel with eyes closed the heart steers without disappointment onto a wide porch waiting for sunset lightening bugs send signals to the fortunate the best place to be is the one they dream of