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
A stormy sea is still A stormy sea, It matters not How it used to be… A sunny day is still A sunny day, It matters not If it has always been that way, Nor if ever once more it will be.
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
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)
I We We because There is no I Where we We came From A dream Came in A cloud A storm In which There only was And there was only Not. Now We wait.
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
Oh, how relentless, the passage of time As leaves once green with the warmth of the summer sun now fade and fall And a chill pervades the air we draw from the dim stillness How I remember the days we first shared The crisp crackle of frozen snow beneath our feet And the howling of … Continue reading The Passage of Time
When the storm is over And deep blue skies are beginning to break on the horizon It would be easy to believe That there is nothing left for you to do Other than to wait Hopeless and defeated Until the next storm comes through But it is in these moments When the worst lies behind … Continue reading When the Storm is Over
Outside The rain is falling And the sound of droplets against my window fills the room I lay Watching the water run down the glass The light from the street lamps illuminating each drop As the shadows play across the floor The air is cool And the oppressive moisture has gone Replaced with a gentle … Continue reading Between Then and Now
We sat in circles under the tin roof of the old man's cottage Playing games and laughing well after the setting of the sun The wooden tables and chairs creaked Under the weight of our merriment The candles flickered From our breath like wind from a torn balloon There was not a head in the … Continue reading All the While the Storms