Miasma

I don't know what lies ahead
I can't see the end but
Lonely days
Rainy days
Sunshine and happiness
Low lying clouds of doubt and fear

I don't know who is here
I can't see a face but
Pretty eyes
Warm body
Love and understanding
Feeling safe from hurt and harm

I don’t know how I feel
I can’t hear my voice but
Loud cries
Quiet whispers
Bounding and rebounding
Echoing inside my head and heart

I don’t know who I am
I can’t see myself but
Joyous sights
Scary scenes
Memories and visions
Reminding me how to grow and be

I don’t know who you are
I can’t seem to recognize but
Holding tight
Letting go
Wanting and waiting
Telling me to hang on and see

I don’t know how
I can’t see a reason but
Keeping hope
Digging in
Wishing and praying
Seeing light in a tunnel of black

It’s ahead
I do know
I can

Dreamcatcher's Lament

In a little muddled cloud, a bubble, a thought

Ideas float away unfettered of wings.

Catching them proves to be unfeasible

By any means possible it appears...

Careful when you pull from

My stack of Jenga dreams

Taken from what sustains and place on my crown

Begin tumbling, falling, scattering...game over.

Hold in your hands an image of love

Heavy, it seems, to the amateur captor

Light as air, supple, shaped...radiant

In the hands of the ancient, practiced devotee.

Halls and mirrors seek hazy confusion

Follow the seam and you'll find the egress

Where Hope patiently waits, distant calliope, poised

To hold you and keep you, the spectacle of desire.

"Come home" breathes the slender sprite

Into ears unacquainted with compassion.

Lullaby swing, tree limb unbroken, come sing

The song in my dreams to make sweet.

Luna

Unblinking orbital eye.

Sometimes you smile.

The world leans your way

and you are none the wiser.

Do you know what you do?

Hide your face when you cry.

Shine in your realm behind clouds.

Glow not from within but in

mirrored reflection from afar.

Do you know who you are?

Lovers know your name and

long to touch your face.

In legend and lore you alter unnaturally.

Bards tribute love to your face.

I feel you when I can’t see you.

I know you’re there.

Will you show yourself tomorrow?

I’ll look for you in time.

Will you look for me?

Exposed

Opened up the letter sent.

Kept a finger under the flap;

small paper cut. Little blood.

Large hole in heart. Blood flows.

Lost you tomorrow,

Found you yesterday.

Waited for the reply.

Eyes feel funny, tight and leaking.

Head is stuffy, no cold nor fever to blame.

Words swim in droplets on blue lines.

Red spots on discarded envelope.

Blemishes of forgotten promises,

Wounds of broken dreams.

But truth is uncovered in words not spoken,

finally uttered with words from a pen.

Bandage on throbbing finger.

Hand on beating heart.

The sting to remind of what could have been.

Letter opened and thoughts exposed to the fact

that wounds do heal.