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.

Babble On

Water over stone speaks to me
Voices in my head or reality?
Bubbling, babbling, a fluid oration.
From liquid, an opus of reverberation.

Closer I get, speech becomes blurred.
A child, a crowd, an implicit word?
Retreat a step, lucid communiqué
Desire to immerse, ingest the parley.

Sit between banks in tears from on high
Hear her voice in the brook as I try
To understand, and follow the sentence at hand
A cacophony of silence sifted through sand.

Meaningless, mindless, numbing address
Just what’s so important she’s trying to stress?
Words from the distant, ghostlike, perchance
Wispy and passionate midsummer’s dance.

My ears reject resonance, but the mind draws it in
To decipher the past and percept an old sin.
Apologetic, pleading, no mold to this play
Just babbling on, with no true thing to say.

Hands growing numb from water’s icy hold
Must leave this brook, for so I’ve been told
That mystery lives in the motion of hearing
Of water’s sweet journey beyond my heart’s clearing.

A Whisper of Winds

Lying in the sun
I feel the breeze
blowing through
the grasses and trees.

It passes through
the woodlands like a whisper
carried on
by the gossiping leaves.

I don’t know, but I think the wind stole
the words I was trying to say.
Words of you
Spoken true
It carried them away.

I tried to chase them,
I tried to catch them,
But it carried them away.

On a mountain in a field
where shadows hide,
I built a shield.
I made it strong,
I built it high
to keep the wind from passing by.

But as I spoke my words that day,
the wind blew through anyway
and carried my words away.

I tried to chase them,
I tried to catch them,
But it carried them away.

Those words,
are they gone?
Will they ever be heard?
They’ve been lost in the clouds
like a high-flying bird.

If they ever fall down
I hope that you’re near
so my words of love
will fall in your ear
and let you know
I need you here.

So I’ll speak once again
and hope that the wind
is blowing today,
blowing your way
to carry my words away.

I won’t try to chase them,
I won’t try to catch them.
The wind will carry them away.

Hearts on Fire

Love inspires
the heart’s desires
for the never ending search
of the ancient fire
that burns within each soul.

Combustion starts
whenever two hearts
are pulled by strings,
tied together
till the rhythmic beat is one.

As time goes by
the flames grow high
to warm the heart and free the tongue
to release the words
that pour out like steam into your ear.

The fire will burn
and the heart will not yearn
for the cold, hard stone
it had been.

Instead, in it’s place
is a flame with your face
as the source of fuel
to keep our love alive.

the truth sometimes hurts

When I say that I love you
you know it’s not a lie.

Yet you ask me to cross my heart,
hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye.

But if I cross my heart
It will never trust me again.

And if I hope to die
I will never be with you again.

And if I stick a needle in my eye
I will never see you again.

So be content
and know that it’s true,
when I say it
I mean it…I LOVE YOU!

Memory Lane

How many times has it happened before?
I can’t remember,
I’ve locked the door
and imprisoned the memories
that bring back the pain
which tortures my soul
again and again.

The key to the lock
is inside my heart,
and every time
its broken apart,
the key tumbles to the dusty floor
to be used by love
to open the door and let the memories
run free once more.

The love that opens the door is not real;
an imposter, a fake
its only there to steal
and to make me feel
like it had all been real
but in truth it was only a lie.

Each time the door is opened wide
the memories held captive inside
crawl out of their holes to once again
take from my mind what might have been
and changes it into one of them;
a nightmare of love, a malignant memory.

But this time I think the pain will subside
in less time than before; I feel it inside.
I’ve captured the escaped memories in no time at all
and returned them to their prison wall.
This time the key to open the cell
is thrown away, but you never can tell.
So I’ll change the lock and replace the key
and hope the memories will let me be.

Lovely Sight Diversion (or Limited Sight Distance)

I’ve got a view of the world
and I’m up above it.
I see through my mind’s eye.

I’m soaring so high
and I really love it
up here where the spirits fly.

The noise in my ears
is the wind in my hair
and a voice inside my head.

It must be singing
but is sounds like its screaming;
I can’t hear the words that are said.

I don’t have a care
up here in the sky.
I leave them all on the ground.

Though they’re out of my mind
I know they’ll be there
after I finally come down.

Its beautiful up here
and I don’t want to leave
but my mind is starting to stray.

So I’ll return to the earth,
pick up my worries,
and fly some other day.