The
warm earth
holds its breath
new life waiting
bird song greets the day
daisies carpet sweet grass
willow fronds touching water
the source of our own beginning
the origin of all that once was
dark to light, mother earth’s chant of joy…
I
attend
Sunday church
my soul transcend
sins everywhere
the walls run thick with tears
heads bowed in silent prayer
seeking forgiveness given here
candle lit, penance paid, sins vanish
I chase my shadow across the Rubicon
The die is cast, whose favour will it fall
my soul hangs in balance of payment
I track the desert wilderness
I seek the one who can help
to return me from hell
call me from exile
the hunt over
my own guide
I live
now
My
dreams burn
fall to ash
my dark moments
lost to the four winds
They will be walked upon
carried to strange unknown places
I weep for the loss of time gone
I wake to dream, returning moments
where I hold you again, only in dreams…
Night
a time
for sleeping
for lucid dreams
A time to forget
life and all its worries
to seek answers for life’s woes
find another path to lead you
Discover all those hidden secrets
Then do not forget them all on waking
Don’t let the truth disappear with the dark
Remember those newly found answers
For they will fight to fade away
Leaving gaps to mystify
Confusion and lost truth
why bother dreaming
leaving you lost
without hope?
Wake up
Live…
I
am the
beginning
alpha, the light
I am creation
I am that what I am
never still, I record life
I send a sign to guide the way
Take out your pen, write what you see now
maybe a letter, a poem, just write…
We
frolic
in summer
We don’t worry
our river is home
My brother rows our boat
mothers picnic basket full
wild iris grow by the river
swallows glide on thermals high above
summer over our river keeps rolling…
Love
is fire
burning hot
your soul captured
lust vanquished by warmth
substance, value, drift in
pure spirit emotion takes hold
senses high, fire all cylinders
love is firm footsteps on solid ground
love is time, motion, fair winds at your back…
Run
for your
life, it’s time.
Just keep running
the black dog is slow.
His hunting days are over
he wants to follow you now.
Find a warm home, food, and comfort.
To sleep, dream by a warm, lazy fire.
You left food out, now he’s found his way home…
Bitter
Eastern winds blow
My breath is frozen fast
Sharp thoughts flare, calling from my past
Answer
I recall her face on dark glass
A love from many lifetimes
She stands waiting
Time lost
Sharp frosted feelings
Burn, smoulder, with rage, life cold
Cutting through my heart…
I
Hear sound
Sharp cutting
Rampaging
My fear lay frozen
I could not speak nor move
A cold hand held my soul still
I rage, I fuel my anger
How did I fall into this dark trap?
Inside I smoulder, waiting to cut free…
