Rest

Rest, dear heart,

And ride on the wings of whispered melodies

Through the velvet night where,

In the realm existing beyond

Distance and dreams,

You and I may rest

Together

Always in each other's arms.  

Bright Heart

Bright heart

Shining in the dark places

Seeking out the shadows

To banish them with hope

Leading down the dreampath

Up to the upside 

Around the agony

Towards togetherness

Beating hard

Bearing hurt

Bringing heaven

Bright heart

The Weight of Days

I feel the weight of days.

Sometimes they are pearls,

Treasures, pure and light.

Sometimes they are stones,

Too heavy, burdens on the heart.

Only time shall shift stone into pearl.

So I shall let it pass, joyously.

I shall assemble a string of pearls,

Strung on memories and invaluable,

Heavy with the weight of days.

Measures

Measure my love by starlight

     unveiled in a fading sunset;

By the gentle sweetness of a rose

     unfolding petal by petal on the vine;

By the caress of wave upon shore

     unceasingly returning an eternal kiss;

By the tickle of laughter upon the lips

     unafraid to be heard or felt.

Measure my love and find it

     unending.

Autumn

the Storm has blown Autumn

into the Souls of my Bones;

Cold and Color, Rain and Wind

are rooting into my very Marrow.

Red and Golden

my Heart lies open,

like the Leaves clinging to Limbs --

ready for Change.

Nothing

There is nothing.
Black - C to N - Blank
Void - add De - Devoid
          of substance or the substantial.

Beginnings without starts
No middles or ends --
Just non-sequitur fragments,
Threads of thought
Refusing to be grasped.

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Writer's block.  Or maybe more like harsh writers's judgement today.  So, this instead of the characters that were creating lines in my brain.  One of those days.

O moonlight!

The song of my soul glides on the steadiness of moonbeams

To meet your eyes in the velvet darkness of these sleeping hours.

Let the light of my melody caress your longing heart.

Let the echo of my lingering kiss brush your hungering lips.

O moonlight!  I envy you, for you smile upon my beloved,

While I must wrap my kisses up in your beams to reach him.

Faithful watcher over the darkness, lightener of the stars,

Please sing my love letters to his eyes with your gentle light.

Number Infinity

Number the stars in the sky,
The waves of the sea,
The snowflakes upon the mountains --
In these you will find my love for you,
Infinite and beyond height and depth.

Count the stars, the sea, and snow.
Number infinity -
Only then will you find and know
The end of my love for you -
Impossible and beyond time and existence.

Something So Little

Today I had to make a choice.
I fought a battle.
I'm letting go
of that little voice
who looks in the mirror with me and says,
"How could someone want you?"

A lot of days,
more so than ever before,
it's nowhere to be found.
It sneaks back around, though,
occasionally,
trying to break through my defenses,
preying on old wounds.

I am much more than
how I appear.
And yet, how I appear is also
a part of my "much more" --
and if I let that
little voice
question my much-ness,
my more becomes less.

So I fought to
let go,
because I will not be diminished
by something
so
little.

Daydreams

Daydreams
     float
               across my mind--
         
          Specks
of 
          dust
               glinting in the
          golden sunlight
               of
          fondly recalled
     afternoons;

you 
     have
               a good
     remember...

          I should
get
     on with
               the day
                         ahead.
         
          No one but
me
     here
               to finish the
          work.

     Though,
through
          it all
     I will
               daydream
     of
          you.

to Sing

to Sing perchance to Fly;
i Soar on the wings of sound
to Reach both the height and depth
of Being human - of human Being.

oh music!
at once the cause and effect,
the why and the answer.

the reason for Singing:
to Sing perchance to Fly.

I am With You - 6/27/15

I am with you.
Defy the laws that govern Reality.
Time and space mean little
As I can now Exist beyond them.
I am with you Always.

Home

I've traded skyscrapers for mountains,
Sirens for coyote howls,
Car horns for frog calls,
Hundreds of street lights for more stars,
Asphalt for seas of trees,
Drought for full rivers,
But nothing can replace the people.
So I'm starting to understand
That home exists as
A little bit of everywhere,
A little bit of everything,
And a little bit of everyone.
I can live with that.

Be

Be
Be at peace
Be where you are
Be yourself
Be in yourself
Be alive from belief in your dreams
Be love for those who need it
Be strong
Be open
Be free
Be

What Can I Give

What can I give

to brighten an hour

to change a day

to make a difference?

What do I have

that has weight

that has depth

that can affect?

What am I called

to witness

to know

and to tell?

I am called for much

I have little to offer

But what I can give

is my heart.

Snap Out of It

Regrets over:
Things said,
Choices made,
Long past.
Still seeing
You there...
It hurts.
It shouldn't.
Still smarts.
My fault,
And yet
You fought
Not once
To show
My wrong,
Which shows
I wasn't.

All I Want

is the rain.

Rain and change the air around me.
Start fresh, begin anew.
A mighty storm to shake foundations
And all my life renew.

Taking the Risk

Dancing with life to the bold tune of risk,

Minute changes, practically meaningless.
Cannot yet name the effect of the cause

So the unknown can excuse every pause.

Courage or bravery aren't amiss;

It's solely a question of benefits:

Would they outweigh all the cons of the list?

Can't ever know until taking the risk.

Song of the Morrow

High will rise the dawning sun
O'er the land where all are one
So shall it be from sea to sea
In the green land of the morrow.

Sweetly will the rivers flow
Through gentle hills where time is slow
Birds will sing and hearts will ring
In the green land of the morrow.

Fertile ground will make the land
Sowed easily by farmer's hand
Head o' the plow ne'er wipes his brow
In the green land of the morrow.

Only tales will be told
Of the warring kings of old
Fighting none, the battles done
In the green land of the morrow.

Warm will be the setting sun
O'er the land where peace be won
So shall it be from sea to sea
In the green land of the morrow.

Stranger Things

The battle is subtle
And at times they even agree
But only momentarily
Before delving back
Across the divide

Head and heart

Neither knows what to make of it
Logic finds equal evaluations
Intuition feels sibling sentiments
The only sum of the totals
Is an inconclusive conclusion

Soul says:
Wait and see.
Stranger things have happened.