LET’S DANCE

spinning, parts of being together, captured grace defying gravity, bending with sound within the dance and beyond in steps and turns opening all sides to a place achieved of unspoken language transcending seasons with hope and the chance you’ll always be there

BURIED

under dunes ancient paths pressed by sand rocks and skeletons lying beside, evidence covered and then recovered, time preserved, desperate voices absorbed, disorder with perfection, void of seasons absent of sounds protected within ancient layers

THE EDGE

morning breezes carry the keys of day as tides mark the hours and sun creates shade on everything during the current solstice or equinox reminding the short minded, those lacking patience while standing at their edge of their faint hope, summers are fleeting, but memories are forever

EQUATER TURNS

a darkened path, tight like a line of granite fists rebels against the changing season, though finally surrendering like the last leaf, separating its bond due to issuing winds, as overwhelming changes sculpt the next solstice to rediscover itself

LAYING BACK, LOOKING UP

meditation under clouds, eyes reaching upward looking for an angel and a miracle in the breeze, whispering a birthday wish while waiting for its release, and chances are, the belief will settle within, like a candle protected from winds of change and seasons yet

BEYOND

the universe stands, shouldering the mass, overlooking the surrounding named, unnamed lights, directing motion with a terrifying force as planets drift into deepest orbits, past or near day and night, untouched by seasons, expanding beyond the dreams where no one will ever go

TIME AND WATER

one a great force the other invisible   both unrestrained resistant to change regardless of seasons constant as gravity   seconds move the hands clouds possess miracles   comfort eases the pain of the weakness we fail to overcome to change either one   lest the gift of each be wasted

IVORY FINGERS

gypsy notes a vagabond song refreshing, like spring rain, the fragrance rising from warm roads a moment alive sounds from angels a familiar language fluid and flowing a joyful expression breaking within the air circling like mighty winds striking solidly a message completed      

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

SEPARATE PATHS

the words ceased like the flame from a candle, once bright now a line of swirling gray smoke   the silence between them was unbalanced resembling the uncommon brick on the wall   each soul unprepared for despair or a miracle, summer or winter   but, it was trenched in cold, the autumn of rain … More SEPARATE PATHS