a back stairway beyond stars and night clouds cracked stone steps rise to a stained faded door half screen the other part wood singing with rust when opening and failing to close when shut gazing up the ascending stairs there’s a light at the end of a twisted cord swinging like a dead … More SINGLE LIGHT
tall pines line the side of the road to the shoreline where rocks lay scattered, black and gray, smooth from millennial washing it’s a place held tight to the chest, spoken of only in memory when skies are alive with color and few words are spoken but night remembers
solitary, being alone when surrounded, mourning without tears, reliving the past while believing the first words of the relationship can be repeated remembering when pockets were full of sun and moon reflecting the glass of a calm ocean as birds swarmed overhead proving miracles did exist
an image within a song showing up before you arrive appearing bigger in the eyes of yourself and where you are on a front porch as a door opens like the words you push in the swing at days end and a front light forming a circle where dew and toys share space … More CLIMBING THE MOON
under a crescent moon strangers find company with me like and open window where caution is fleeting, long on chances short on faith and explanations failing we are performers with blurred experience, cold to the skin like wet gauze or a spotlight on a road searching for a comfortable end
words I know falling on me from clouds and infinity skies like blizzards of fire or moonlit letters of shadowed memories flowing down reminding, slipping within morning and evening buried in the breath under every sun and moon recalling the moments never to return
early stillness city awakening neon’s blink off apartment lights on a few cars and a cat warm street air pigeons pass overhead red brick walls slate steps alley doors aroma of bacon and coffee stagnate puddles grease and diesel fumes sun rising over rivers horizon stepping slowly from earths other side
a high sun spreading wide like fire within winds baking flat sand lizard tracks and parts of white animal bones the after life in the belly of a scavenger who is always searching for the unexpected or weak waiting impatiently, always hungry
spider stars high above suspended glory drawing my eyes to swim up within cool clean air receiving forgiveness as everything opens up and moonlight falls back onto my face I realize I am a hermit visitor within a moving universe
before counted time there was death where dreams cease like a broken branch nevermore to leaf the moon and stars care not the sun passes over the clouds and winds prevail while the spirit crosses a river or into a light those remaining shed tears washing out their souls remembering the last … More TO THE END
