RUNNING THE RACE

we are water within a great river   singular not yet seen   we move in flocks and herds   down roads climbing stairs to doors unfamiliar   within a few there is a calling a message scrawled on the heart of a gift yet used   we are a great rush of sound over … More RUNNING THE RACE

GUIDED SAFELY

a gust of evening wind cools the skin while I follow a path beneath pine boughs and their sweet aroma   an opening light of the moon brushes past mists of ghosts   stars appear like diamond footsteps pointing toward home as night follows close by my side

SWITCHING OVER

the ocean is in eventide   the pausing of waters before obeying the change   ghosts of twilight hide within its stillness as a deep and distant rumbling stirs the edges of all horizons   splintered clouds inspect the madness unfolding below   where waters tempt the brave and foolish  

OFFERINGS

She is an open field   a spirit cloud of linen   a breath between waiting   the shades of trial and error   a host of tumbling thoughts   her prayers offered without answers   hidden in rhymes and verse   she falls into waiting arms like a fear captured    

ANOTHER STEP

Removing the coat of protection   the curtain once important   breaking away from the person within   where the dust of youth is a repeating song   while pushing out the voices of ghosts and shadows

SMALL AND GREAT

I lit a candle for comfort   its light overtakes the immediate darkness dispelling ghosts and phantoms   long shadows drip from the table   the flame dances with song   walls and corners fail at hiding from the single brightness   the light so small believes in its power to protect and expose

WELCOME BACK

There’s a silhouette a side shadow   brave with image soulful and longstanding   motion expressed with well spoken words   hat tipped blocking the sun providing shade for eyes of reason   at the edge of a clear stream he stands expecting great things from a cast into swift waters   ripples over rocks … More WELCOME BACK

WITHIN THIS

An unseasonable difference the bouquet of destiny crowded within the magic of sleep the region between unknown footsteps unsure voices while the fullness of gravity prevents the ability for touch   this unexplained element of drama remains bazaar where particles of words raise the curtain on another morning  

UNDERNEATH IT ALL

There’s a ghost in the meadow a shadow in the middle a reflection absent of pain its not the everlasting but you can see it from here   the land supports ancient frames unruly hedges and rambling stone walls that unlock the uphill where gravity pulls one onto the footstool of land      

KINGDOM OF STARS

Cloudless night sleep forsaken for the lack of dreams   walking softly outside under a carpet of stars shadows from branches are cast onto a narrow dirt path   light breezes disturb wax twisted leaves, a fright to imagine if it were ghosts moving about   there is a sense of being unearthed and homeless … More KINGDOM OF STARS