Feathered Wings

Feathered wings,In turn,Fold andSlow-burn,Melting likeA good sinWhere doesOne end,Where does,The next begin? Four flames,Two twins,Four candles,Flicker now in the wind. Warm air,Blowing in,Holding you,Blowing out and blowing through. East-west,Coast to coast,Your ghost,The part of us I miss the most. Pinch of Earth,In both hands,From either pole,North/South,Dry land. Blown out,Floating now,Wait for…The sedentary come down,Hold strong,Hold … Continue reading Feathered Wings

Love as a Light to Guide Us Through These Dark Times

What do we really know of love? There are so many who have tried to capture the essence of this deceptively simple word, In songs and poems, In books and short stories, In paintings and still-life photographs… Yet still we fail to fully capture or even grasp, A depth in words which is so apparent … Continue reading Love as a Light to Guide Us Through These Dark Times

Into Whose World Does Your Light Shine?

The sun knows nothing of the warmth it brings To those who wait for the rays of light to fall upon them, Nor is it aware Of the shadows cast By objects that pass in the distance between, Its massive form and that of smaller spheres. Into whose world does your light shine, What darkness … Continue reading Into Whose World Does Your Light Shine?

The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored.   The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

Through the Hard Winter

Lykke tells me That in Iran There is a saying: Stand and resist in hard days just like "sarv" (the evergreen), let nothing wither your greenery. Not only is this a beautiful statement of resilience, But it is also another sign to me That we are all not so different As we are alike; This … Continue reading Through the Hard Winter

In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen

Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen

Something for All Those Who Have Been There

This morning I woke to Memories Of dreams from the night before. I remember that I dreamt of you, Ariele. I dreamt that I was finally able to visit Brazil, And we sat for coffee in a small shop. We talked for many hours Of all things that we talk of now But we could … Continue reading Something for All Those Who Have Been There