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  

FOR JUST A MOMENT

he crosses all seasons,   jagged paths stitched to paper maps   past meadows cleared by hands   towns with forgotten names iron fence posts empty buildings exhausted like a defeated fighter   one more corner and another, following after like a wheel off balance, desiring a warm cup of coffee to heal the wounds … More FOR JUST A MOMENT

HEALING WOUNDS

this road that road   it’s the forgot of what there was to forget   a place a room, shallow, deep, a pillow of dreams   the opening of seasons living in the river of today, reflecting away the ordinary   fighting against “instead” without slipping into madness where broken wings turn to rags, but … More HEALING WOUNDS

BROKEN HEARTED

the window foretold outside weather   changing winds brushed summer from blue skies   fragrances reclined as flowers unfolded, releasing their seeds fulfilling the promise to return like dreams even for the broken hearted  

CORNER SAFE

withdrawn,   the language of comfort, facing into a corner   a journey of eyes closed and hands pressed tightly securing darkness,   where walls meet as solid agents and silent sentinels,   providing firm support without affection, available without reservation  

ANGELS AND DEVILS

words and languages fell to the ground like autumn leaves   we step around, staring down at what makes up our sentences and thoughts and that of others, comparing, learning what to avoid, or accept as ownership points to the good and bad, the hidden invisible, sheltered within now scattered for all to see, the … More ANGELS AND DEVILS

REINVENTING

you surrender to the story, a collision of opinions slipping through cerebral picket fences while avoiding the bad dog of loneliness pretending again for a new ending to the fire and madness, the undercurrent of failings, remembering the good of what should be the best part of any dance as your arms reach around to … More REINVENTING

LIKE YOU, LIKE ME

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

FALLING AWAY

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

SEPARATING WITH STRENGTH

after the fire we are ashes, airborne, tumbling, gray flake shadows barley an image a winged spirit over the wall to the other side hiding in plane sight pounding out a direction to another place angry, but free accepting the thunder and the sun