and when she would glide,
remember her white and honest
she tucked beneath her wings,
a trail of glow bloomed beneath
her. float. shine, water angel,
collector of let go dreams, swim
in swirl of come true bright,
flashing believe, keeper of know,
angel wings save sinking hope,
swan’s heart throwing light.
in how shall i wait when i drift
within the feel of all that is you,
music and the wrap of my soul,
wildflowers and goodnight kisses,
guardian mountains and speaking eyes.
traveling my days woven with your
every thought, and mine, and wait,
so patience rings like a bell tower
on the highest hill, and I climb
by the sun’s pull and my know of you
to the now that waits for tomorrow,
each step and word, hope leading to
us.
She jumped, but the air didn’t care,
and the clouds never reached down,
just sighed, and looked away. And she
tumbled, arms flailing, hair wound
across her motionless face. But
the ground didn’t care, so it never
flinched when she hit, or cried out in
sorry, or caught her less broken.
The ground ignored her fall, her splayed
limbs and all the cracks that bled invisible.
Time didn’t care that she was frozen,
so she became the fall. No one noticed.
when i was lost and you were stay,
i fell and fell, but you were catch, and hold,
mountains threatened, but you, soar,
flew me, and softly settled, places of peace.
when i was buckled by screaming,
you were music, sweet calm, rocking me
back, inside, through, beside you.
i am lost again and i wait for your stay
stay stay stay, I feel only silence, but cry
for my stay.
has words for all, gather and follow,
crowd me to the corner, unseen.
what do they mean? what do they
mean? words you’ve already given,
taken, turned, used, played, bestowed,
i don’t want them. i take silence,
shelter here, covered in real. alone,
away from crowds of more to claim
you, to pull, hold, own the words.
spread your imprint, your follow,
pieces for each, exchanged for devotion,
fill you up, adore. I, alone, more, silent,
gone.
all along i’ve been not knowing
so i could see the violet in the sunset,
but i missed the moon rise and the
wishing star. i captured the violet
but lost the music of the wave break,
waft of salty air, and the hollow feel
of you, walking away, beneath the violet.
Listen, hear, I am but a gull whose feathers
raise against offshore winds, but the sea,
the sea sent me with words for you.
I waited by the shore break, passed
many days, tides, and angry rain, for the sea
spoke, called forth the sun. As I rode
his rolling surf, he sung of his love for you,
the furious storms that frightened you away.
He knew you trembled in your sleep, dreamt
of being swept away under his dark waves.
He quieted, and waited for your sun to return.
“Gull,” he cried, “She will come back. Tell her
not to go. Look upon my gentle calm.”
And I was part of the sea, and believed.
You sat with the sea all that day, felt, heard,
listened his song of calm, until the clouds
pulled across the sun, though he fought them,
they were angry, and dark. The sea tried,
and tried to hold his calm but the dark
clouds and wind were joined, and the waves
swelled, and louder, crashed, higher and soon,
you were trembling again, and left. I was sorry.
And the sea still cries for you.
the path leads
whispers unknowing,
draws you, pines,
tomorrows to follow.
walk it with tender feet,
mild heart, searching
blind corners.
the path speaks
silent tones of hanging moss,
fallen logs, pine cones,
hear with your eyes,
color the symphony,
of so many days
walking ups and downs.
the path follows,
shadows of feel,
learned and passed,
crunch of golden pine
needles, fallen back down,
looked sweetly upon
by the sun, and the long
path, and always, you.
neighborhood/
I will try to see you/
with more than gray eyes/
when Spring returns
and then there was you,
and shadows bowed and carried daisies,
for the sun returned and sung the sky
to my blue. maples and oaks whispered,
wove their leaves in the breeze, throwing
dancing dapples of sunlight around me.
and i laid my wildflower days in your music,
wrapped like summer and water’s float,
ten thousand balloons, each one called hope,
stayed floating in my new sky,
because there was you.
mesmerized by a giraffe
Talking to the Clouds 