THIS PLACE

seclusion is my inspiration of alone unbroken time, a silent bloom to create, construct and listen to winds and waves while considering the advice from clouds under a galaxy of private space with incense of thought filling corners, walking over crossroads

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  

WHERE I WALK

rain I got   crying wet onto me   diamond drops brightened by street lights making the worst appear washed and clean while puddles reflect neon’s as passing footsteps make busy waves disturbing what weeps and gathers from the under surface of heaven to the streets where I walk  

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OVERVIEW

OVERVIEW     the moon commands highways of ocean currents   forming waves   those momentary curled masses of random strength splashing languages onto ancient shorelines from somewhere deep   creating footprints during the highs and lows                        

HAUNTED

Everything needs to be blocked out   all sounds that have nothing to do with what’s before me   others have their callings places they worship distant precipices or deserts   but here I am selfishly willfully yielding my attention   I am haunted by the aroma and authority the force lurking below the surface … More HAUNTED

DEEP WATERS

A hidden prize under the green blue   shifting sand and shells once mountains reduced to dust from waters tossed by storms and seabed’s stretching   water speaks with waves, white caps and rushing currents   and fingertips of shorelines spreading far beyond the millennial’s   their presence a statement of belonging long after were … More DEEP WATERS

DEEP WATERS

A hidden prize under the green blue surface   shifting sand and shells once mountains now reduced to dust from agitation of waters tossed by storms and stretching seabed’s   the water speaks with waves, white caps and rushing currents   the fingertips of shorelines spread far beyond millennial dates   their presence is a … More DEEP WATERS

WASHED

We are marked by our shoreline the footsteps left behind the ones dreamed of the seasons that began and others forgotten by choice   tides washed us gently circling   the waves never stopped synchronous beats smooth some troubled   all beneath a humble moon

MOONLIGHT SONG

I stand on the shoreline of the ocean small palpable waves feed on my ankles as dusk yields to night   a sound clear as spring windows tilts toward me showering me in the center of a nightly orchestra   I wonder looking around if anyone nearby senses the blessing from the air or am … More MOONLIGHT SONG