BIRTHDAY CANDLES

silent wishes inside whispers, unopened presents frosting smiles, festive hats pointing to heaven, where eyes reflect the soul as a chorus of support welcomes all into the center where voices entertain with gifts in story

CORNER SHEPARD

a gravel voice dirty hands fall and winter in his hair fire eyes looking for a curious glance as he points up signaling the end, suggesting everyone line up under stars and sun as arrows target the weights and measures unlocking the door within you

SOFTLT ABOVE

the last clouds of day are rooms over the ocean, curtains of moisture reabsorbed, exposing a a carpet of stars, glistening sweetness nourished by angels as we trespass beneath heaven

WITHIN

it was at the edge of horizons where eyes welcome a steady line of waves touching the senses, dripping from clouds hiding in shadows evenings and nights and familiar songs   the years are unstoppable, a collection words, drifting in breezes   but not forgotten  

LIFE IN 15 LINES

Discovery of voice A print of oneself Black and white photos The shape of us Multiple shades and shadows Memory reflections Voices in the wall Reappearing seasons Reality to fiction Mirrors mark time Searching for the edge Discovering the unexpected One more length to go Prayers answered The other side

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HANDS OUTSTRETCHED

shapeless   descending rain onto the skin running the vines of the outstretched hands as welcoming drops drift into random paths directed by gravity and unevenness finally released to the ground, the willing undertaker of the falling from heaven    

RED SKY

clouds turn like pages   stories release from the swelling haze   the sun strongly appears shining on road signs of the heart   a late burning dusky sky suggests tomorrows forecast as day rolls over into night and dawn releases an overflow of rain from heaven;   the soil drinks the sky dry

WHERE I WALK

rain I got   crying wet onto me   diamond drops brightened by street lights making the worst appear washed and clean while puddles reflect neon’s as passing footsteps make busy waves disturbing what weeps and gathers from the under surface of heaven to the streets where I walk  

AWAKE

the roar of blood keeps the skin from sleeping   while spirits speak the language of awake and night dreams are absorbed into the flash of neon messages directly from the mouths of angels speaking of the everlasting though even they fail to fully understand   while half notes and unanswered prayers drip like a … More AWAKE

STANDING BENEATH

piano playing rain lightening flames in a sky burning with storms   drums of thunder the slam of gods wearing armor   heaven backs up from swift winds claiming the air   as rain beats dry dirt with a wet hand