Tagged: poem

3-5-15

I can’t help but drift off into daydream when I 

spot a plane in the sky-

maybe it’s the child in me,

still stuffed full of wonder and awe as it glints off the

sun like an afternoon star-

I wonder then, of the lives above us,

bound for the winds of everywhere…

some eager, 

some pained,

many excited, nervous, or afraid,

journeys and endings, departures and destinations…

I wonder what they’re thinking as they’re looking down upon us,

or if they’re wondering what I’m thinking while looking up,

and if our thoughts ever somehow intersect in the middle*

2-16-15

I understand you,
but I won’t believe you-
and though I will listen,
I’ll refuse to hear you-
my goals flow wild and ravenous,
hungry like a tempestuous river overflowing its
banks-
my truths are written in starlight,
penned long before my eyes first
sparkled under their audacious glow-
I cannot listen to the sour notes of naysayers,
steeped in doubt,
or the words of those without the sinew to retain
the weight of their objectives,
or the honesty of their ambition…
I believe in the certainty of natural truths-
in the verity of star notes-
the universal paths that we were born into-
the truth beyond the sunrise,
and the explanation behind the origin–
what we’ve been called to do,
what the dust whispered into our ears at birth,
in the language that only children seem to understand,
a tongue that we rediscover only when our purpose has been found,
our destination recovered-
we become fluent then-
and it is then that we should begin to hear-
it is then that we will need to believe*

2-11-15

The sun glinted off of the window in a soft, muted
gray,
and crept through the slats of the shutters
with a deliberately dreamy patience-
I awoke gently, silent and calm,
as if I’d slept for just a moment only-
I lay there in the room,
knitting thoughts like a patchwork quilt,
weaving decisions in and through like
a thousand tiny seams…
lost, yet grounded-
found, but drifted into the solitary end of the frame-
thoughts of you whisked up a wind in the stillness
as you danced and swirled into sentences muttered
into the echoes-
thoughts of you danced past stolen hopes
and charged to the forefront,
where the grass was thick and verdant, and the sky
kissed down in rains of cobalt and rebirth, and the breeze
dusted off of the trees in melodies of blooming laughter-
the day began then,
as the sun arose and whispered through the shutters
in hues of pale yellow and hollow gray,
but you were there, as I lay alone with my patchwork
thoughts,
you were there at the forefront,
the mast that kept me grounded,
the seam that held the world so tight-
the solitary edge of the frame that was fit for us alone,
under the cobalt sky, kissed by the rains of rebirth*

2-6-15

I lifted the leaf from the ground one cold October day,
a gift for you-
just an ordinary leaf
made beautiful by the deep blush of autumn that it wore proudly on its delicate skin-
just a quick splash of red on a canvas so hungry for color,
a single five pointed bouquet veined with the spirit of another life-
I was reminded on that day that
beauty lives in the steady breaths of the sky,
its mists ever painted in swirling silver…
we’ve got to see it in order to feel it,
we have to feel it in order to live it-
I found it that day on the arms of a brittle crimson star,
an uncommon reminder of the things that we often forget…
just an ordinary gift to you on an ordinary October day,
a reminder to keep your eyes open, your senses fresh,
and your heart ever ready*

1-30-15

The sun baked my skin like ancient clay,
and I inhaled each scant breeze as if it were my last breath…
and there you stood, eyes radiating warmer than the August afternoon,
a lone flower amid the swirling dust-
I forgot in that instant about the sun,
about the heat,
and my lungs and eyes quickened at the spark of you-
I inhaled you like a lilac in spring,
and drank in the picture of your soul as if it were the last drink I’d ever take-
alive, I was,
awakened by radiance,
stunned by the simple ferocity of your countenance,
elegant and calm as a midnight star-
awake, I was then*

1-10-15

I followed the spirals of the galaxy through the mirror of
your eyes-
a flight amongst the stars,
past the cold mountains of yesterday
pockmarked with the gashes and scars of their
trials,
floating in solidity and alone in a mass of
collective silence-
I drifted to the origin,
the rupture that began with a tremble,
the tremble that rumbled to a tremor,
the tremor that roared across the black
like a brush coated with a pigment as
red as the blush on your lips-
I flew to a fracture of the first second
and was blinded by the absence of time,
the absence of sound,
and the smallness of the moment encapsulated
within a grain of mystery-
I soared the spirals of the galaxy
within the comfort of your eyes,
a flight amongst the stars
and among the stone sentinels,
through to the origin and weaved
within the first breath-
I wondered what was beyond the wall*

1-7-15

Impressions left on the green knoll
in June,
your youth sprinkled upon the grass
like dismantled wildflowers,
a smattering of muted color set upon the
heather like a canvas in wait-
your kiss sang on the wind like so many
birds heaving their pride into the weave
of the afternoon…
you blinked,
and the door opened to a foreverworld
cast in the stone of the ancients,
a delicate permanence spread wide like a glittering empire
before my eyes, but only for an instant-
verdant dreams sway on the minutes of June
like grass scattering on the breeze,
impressions left on the knoll like the shadow of your
youth,
muted color set upon the warmth like a canvas awaiting
its soul*

12-31-14

Summer drifts behind the clouds
as the autumn sheds its skin
and howls wildly into the crisp of the
night air-
the moon shines upon the winter
frost,
while spring slumbers and dreams of
the yellow tint of April-
seasons linger and fall like the rushing
tides,
years drift along the wind like the scattering
of a thousand leaves…
another gone, another sleeping patiently,
waiting for its time to open eager eyes-
we all drink from the same cup,
our wine as sweet as our intention*

 

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