MORNING,

walks the perimeter of fire, beginning    the journey or voyage as wide prairie thoughts walk in without obstruction, self inventing today’s challenge, stirring within a ballad of an open field as you set out until the habit of a faithful evening of stars and moon encourage our rest

DESPERATE

the lost know how to be found they are the dust of failures and the chance for success they court the sun worship the moon and question the shadow following behind they hum an unfamiliar song remembering parts and the parts offered up for another try at something, anything

BIRTHDAY CANDLES

silent wishes inside whispers, unopened presents frosting smiles, festive hats pointing to heaven, where eyes reflect the soul as a chorus of support welcomes all into the center where voices entertain with gifts in story

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      

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  

BREATHING OUT

the house was a fire of voices   a child on the front porch sang a song about water and boats   floor boards language inner travel from room to room   burnt evening skies brushed the house with setting shadows as night breathes out a deep sigh of quiet

SAY YOU REMEMBER

a shoreline song youthful and free waves of gold over blue umbrella art the beach a canvas of footprints   voices, laughing, calling out   the chance of summer over the shoulder,   a pencil sketch of gray lines,   a song built from day,   a little of the past here in the present

SEPARATING POWER

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  

BABYLON

there’s a desert on the edge of the last thought or spoken word   a mystery wide and full like a blue Egyptian sky or the walls of Babylon   a whisper of an answer a tear caught within a lie   a song without words safe and attached