BACK ALLEY

a single line of open space, a passage between aging brick walls shadowed with moments of sun, where lies and promises pause randomly, standing unsteady in conversation with no one or privately with equals, whispering like thieves, discussing secrets until choosing separate paths to unknowns

A BAG OF SALVATION

words on stone as angels pass over where clouds hold tight the soul of belief as winds push back and then forward to the promise at the highest point where air is fresh like cool water filling your spaces washing onto your shoreline the best of all parts

ALMOST

on the other side of time, the area between is crowded with shadows, broken promises and the right to be understood as changes occur like the flow of clouds, nameless, but important, almost enough to break into the blues like reliving the history of each year, after the first breath of morning as day passes … More ALMOST

A CASUAL MOMENT

dragging the hand through freshly tilled soil stirs silent spirits to life, encouraging a closeness a purpose of being as the hand passes through previous millennial seasons each with a message of endurance and promise, impartial to flowers or weeds for this year or next  

LATER THERE IS NIGHT

subtracting the parts of day, the unfinished, early shadows, voices within, unanswered dreams, questions and morning coffee   it’s a swim against the elephant no one talks about, hearts holding grief and half promises while speaking to the waiting arms   of a soul who knows darkness comes first, and then the safety of night … More LATER THERE IS NIGHT

WORDS

words slip through boundaries of light and shadow between fences posts past sleeping cats   words are strength from imagination fathoms   words become whispers in night   promises in morning   begging hurting believing following   into dreams yet to appear  

WORDS AND WIND

It’s the perfect part   the best of day   innocence unafraid and promises of gold   I hear words in the wind   inviting clouds form as the earth spins beneath me   memories never expected to melt away remain safe   still full of breath    

SURFACING

Be the road long and unending with steps repeating   like a drum releasing a beat while stepping through a curtain of promises to the other side   where removing and separating is no longer blurred like underwater images   we try to forget   surfacing a little less broken

WASHED OUT

Broken desires are deserts without souls thirsting for water breathing hot air spread across cruel sands   they are beyond faith and prayers   like promises unfulfilled slipping through broken fences and over empty lots   each desire is a passion of fire   the ashes become answers forming a new story

NOT SURE

Voices in the hallway soft like parchment falling to the floor   muffled words pressing against morning air as shadows cross over cracked plaster walls   there was an intentional restraint of voices creating a curious drama for those listening behind closed doors   it sounded like promises were presented to return   sighs of … More NOT SURE