there, standing beside a forest, its green declaring war with one color, victorious, capturing the eyes with intimidating power a meadow, jealous of rough barked guardians without voice reaching to, almost touching infinity
to the river currents of madness, a serpent tempting wisdom before time the greatest of powers always running beyond and away a deep voice of fear and warning the under-surface twists and turns its own song as it keeps the sides forever apart
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
There are many roads some with my name in the dust others I forgot like the place I’m from boxcars like the likes of me no favorites just moving through storms and deserts open land is the power of silence the spreading of alone where road signs collide suggesting the start of what … More TO ANOTHER PLACE
The last blessing the settling of forms the shadows over a life put in order truth hidden in stones deposited slowly into the heart rivers absent of motion become power lost thin paths test the feet of the brave at the end everyone witnesses the valley of their birth.
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
There was a glass reflection of sky and overhanging branches as we passaged down river, slipping through calm water; an excursion through nature’s lyrics. Each wide corner revealed another portrait in perfect color; small gatherings of birds swept silently above. There was a balance. A quiet tempest of greatness. An undercurrent of power not seen. … More EACH CORNER
A long day’s end began with a defiant wind; subtle at first, steadily increasing. The wrath of its swirling lay embedded within layers of strength. The air was uncertain; pulled from its middle, expanding at the sides. The sun was painted out. Shutters rattled. Garbage lids became weapons. Birds sought refuge. Leaves scattered along with … More DETERMINED FORCE