floating flakes~bring your white
floating flakes~bring your white
through bricks and wood
of time, heavy yesterdays
~ but, still, the light
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
a dream away
What the sheep know (but don’t say)
is not to stand alone (stay together),
and the square behind them (not a door),
marks the difference between dark and light.
Time is measured in greening grass,
the wait for rain, and the length of winter
(I wait for things that never happen).
They walk the day with new eyes (I cry).
Red and white, sun and water, and me –
they see (we are all this day). I stand.
They stand. I wonder (the sheep know).
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.
beyond dark trees/
stone peaks of grey/
light finds a way
You call me firefly, and that means
I don’t need to be a butterfly, and dress
in bright colors and show off my wings.
In the twilight, my glow makes you smile,
and I glide and hover, drift and reach –
around you – as you cherish my light.
You would never put me in a jar, or ask me
to dim my light. So I land upon your shoulder
to rest, until I am ready to shine again.
Words are tiny foot soldiers sent out on missions.
They carry their letters and meanings with weighty might,
each a different hue, a different sound. Some words scramble
and hurl themselves at their target, and some dance and sway,
so it seems they may never find their way. Oh, but, when they do,
those words carry light and resonance and make faces glow.
There are words that are hot, consumed with flames, dangerous
to touch, but still they land and sear, burn through, leave ashes
behind and smolder. Words of longing carry shades of blue
and sound like a piano in an empty hall, echoing. They drift
slowly through the air and settle like a whisper on a lonely cheek.
The words of kindness shine and pick up broken pieces, wrap
themselves around until no more pieces can fall. Words
may have an edge to balance on, until they decide which way
to drop. When they don’t seem to be enough, words call in more
tiny foot soldiers and weave themselves together in new ways,
creating, becoming something that never existed before,
becoming part of you. Words have no beginning and no ending,
only places to stop along the way.
I come here to connect with like souls,
to find stars in the darkness,
and to feel and share light.
take it all back – the angel wings
and garden dreams, the light
i was meant to give. take the sunset souls
and voices echoed, flights through mountains
and paintings. take all of the answers i know
but don’t want, and people climbing into my mind.
and take back reading and feeling who they are,
healing and knowing too much. move all those
who come to me at night, asking for comfort
and answers, take speaking with my eyes
and hearing all the time, and carrying light
on a butterfly’s wing. it’s too heavy to carry now.
no one is looking for light anymore.
before I knew
that angels listened,
I ran frightened through dark
forests and forgotten towns. I was
invisible, and silent, and screaming, and
alone. Closing my eyes to sounds of pain, trying
not to hear visions of people shattering. It chased me,
followed me, lived my life. And I spun broken, until another
lost soul opened up the light. And the spinning me settled.
And listened. And watched. Light drifted in, covered
darkness. I saw songs, heard the glow rise.
And floating, soaring, feeling it all
in its fullness. And they said to
find the broken ones,
and fix them
blue, and always searching,
looking for where the sun shines
down, so I can turn toward it and grow
like the peaceful sunflower. always
feeling darkening clouds gathering
behind me, threatening me, chasing me,
that I may go from sun on my face
to a cold, shaking ball on muddy ground,
driving rain, lightning strikes and fear
things change so fast. i can’t keep up.
alone, but searching for like hearts,
holding light, pulling it in, spreading it out