The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime
Deep dive to Shallow pool Through and Into the black; Jump right back. "It's just a reflection." …shivers down my spine. All distance: A journey, Yet to be defined. All longing: Absence, Yet to be defined.
New life grows Within; When the chrysalis finally falls away, What will emerge?
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
Sphere of Passion play Rest now in Harmony atop Pitch black: Four sides, One base, Just as Four eyes, One face. Hue lost? No, found Not within, but Around... Azure skies above As Azure seas below. Calm surface all but Kind; Deceit, As winds begin to blow, As storms on horizon grow, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part II (Mask Reprise)
Sometimes it comes Without notice Without warning With a flash A bolt across Azure skies Arcing From the great expanse To the great below At times There is devastation left in its wake Blackened trees And split earth The smell of burnt air Long after the sudden storm And sometimes still It leaves no trace … Continue reading A Bolt Across Azure Skies
When at last I finally rise Toward the wide azure skies I will leave this all behind I will wait until I find… Perhaps it will be as a light Or as a darkness Or will it finally melt away The distance between the two Exposing in the absence What had been there all along.
Fade in… Fade out… Each day A bit further From the one which came before Each moon reflecting That much less Of the sun from which it's glow is gained Now the night Once distinct in the solitude it held Bleeds out through the thin rays of morning Hiding deep within the rolling grey For … Continue reading Always