SOUL PRINT

  youth took the half of me photos that never grow old   sandy foot prints left behind strangers under full moons   dusk and lost clouds dawn with a new start   a dream dismantled a prayer answered   recovering from loss falling into strength   the ordinary path the measure of  a chance … More SOUL PRINT

OVERLOOKED TRAVELER

a life in parenthesis   brittle remembrances of unlimited space, beyond the moon   considering which dreams to hold which mountains to avoid and roads to release   there were winds in full flight, an opus with voices, thin like the pages of a book dripping letters, forming words   a balance between a breath … More OVERLOOKED TRAVELER

IN THE QUIET

never alone without voice   words chase me down while traveling through nameless towns like cats and thieves soft walking through openings in fences   where whispers speak and lies wish for the truth   never stopping outrunning hunger yet praying for one more heartbeat to see the moon while evening drinks the day dry … More IN THE QUIET

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

JUST BY CHANCE

eventide appeared   its calmness balanced between back and forth waiting for a command a higher power stars and moon and maybe the sun   to exact the perfect template a framework of directions unspoken unrehearsed a play performed on the world stage unimpeded mostly unnoticed until it begins to move   as it always … More JUST BY CHANCE

LATE NIGHT

  walking a path where moonlight follows   breezes brush against the edge of curiosity   a reminder that phantoms are shadows with voices revealing everything once tried and those feelings avoided   afraid of loving afraid of losing   haunting the inner soul    

REFLECTION

Shadows crest softly onto treetops where slivers of dusty light drift to the forest floor   the moons proud side full of fluorescence melts to the surface forming sharp angled irregular pools of light exposing moments of resting life   its reflection, a silent intruder is unequaled      

FINALLY

There’s clouds I spoke to, yelled at cried under   and stars I confessed the worst of me bouncing prayers off the space between   and under moons where useless silver threads failed to drown out the blood of my sins   as my eyes suffered sight to see a way through   to the … More FINALLY

FROM THE EDGE

From the fires comes the soil of independence a revolution of being disconnected resisting the effort to conform just to exist   while the street calls for a voice and the paper for a pen   desire hopes for the stars to align, discovering the balance under a full moon

JUST UNDER

Night travel the vehicle of sleep a voyage beneath eyelids a place of forgiveness absent of answers voices remembered faces forgotten   a little bit of heaven from a preachers heart the sound of hell from a gamblers hands   favorable moons the burn of lemons and the taste of honey   crossroads in the … More JUST UNDER