the places we gather
inside
how we hide
in between
the pieces of yesterday
and the rise of tomorrow
within
us, and through all time
we didn’t know but walked
empty
trying to hold water
up
with our hearts, and how
it rained down
rained down
on
us
before
we
knew
Us
i fell off the edge of the world
tumbled through time, through
the air you left behind. you flew
away inside of me. I stayed
and cried, my insides
empty runways,
clouds melting into my head
asking why, why I was stilled,
holding the air you left behind
in the morning of peace and know
beside the line between now and float
the trees felt their wait and reached
above how, into the hold of sun before
and clouds they became always and
in the soul of black and white time
grew into glow and everything was true
one
alone
solitary
separate
only
one
layers
stone on time on stone
within clouds
I count sunsets ~
sea beams float cloud songs
infinite days
secrets like a tree torn of leaves,
each one a truth untold, even
the desperate grip of branches
could not stop the fall. sun stares,
demands honesty, reveals deceit
in her glare. his wooden arms
are no match for her golden gaze,
so all of it falls, half-truths and lies,
and he becomes bare, only bony
fingers of regret, reaching out,
as if she would forgive. she covers
her eyes in clouds and turns away.
six ways of dreaming
seeing into being
tasting tomorrow like afternoon tea
becoming the waft of lilies float
in the gold of summer air
entwine the voice of trees and birds
with crickets and colors that soar
and feel the reach of sun’s hold
wind’s brush, gravity pull
within, another way
your universe,
a dream away
curves around
sky circles clouds
world takes shape
The piece of me that is the sky
flies within the blue, hopes with
the sun, believes the clouds.
Above, the piece watches me,
sends me to the sea to breathe,
scatters green, gifts wildflowers
like smiles. In the sky, a piece of me
flies, and within me lies ~
a perfect piece of sky.
Talking to the Clouds 