You Are

You are love…

 You are that breathless feeling,
 the dizzy disorientation
 wrapped in gentle beauty..

 You are the moonlit lake,
 upon which dreamers contemplate life
 
The starry skies,
 which hold so much mystery…

You are the arms that slow my fall,
 the hands that catch me,
 the heart that holds me.
 
You are the sweet scent roses envy,
 the soft light of sunset…

You are the utter joy of eyes meeting,
 hand holding,
 and sweet words spoken in whispers.

You are love defined…
 My love,
 your love…
 Ours.

All of These Words

All of those words

All of those rhymes I wrote

Are bleeding into one

One memory

One vision of what we are

What we have ceased to be.

Memories of times we had

Times that will never be

Again

Time stops,

Preparing me for the next jump

Into a world I never thought I’d see

Again

Time falls

Back into the memories of the heart

Intertwined in incongruent patterns

Shadows mingled with the blazing light

Hiding

Waiting

Pondering in silence

So loud that it hurts,

To even breathe. 

These Thoughts

Sometimes I wish I didn’t think the thoughts I do

They weave themselves like shadows,

Through the cortex that is my reality.

Refracted. Split.

Shattered pieces of incongruent patterns

Pieced haphazardly,

Like shards of broken memories.

They tear into my heart.

Their sickening words

Twist my soul.

Unbearable,

I scream within the hollow walls of my existence.

My voice echoes,

Deep within the recesses of my pain.

I cry out,

Yet silence is my plea.

Self-reliance,

My euphemism for mistrust.

All imbedded within my self-made solitude.

My fortress of I.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t think the thoughts I do.

Sometimes I wish…

Broken

I was once broken

Shattered, scattered and tossed

Lost among the pieces

Struggling to find a way

To fill the hole they left

I once was drowning

Fighting, swimming and crying out

Tossed in the waves

Seeking and searching

For shore, a rest from this pain

I was once defeated

Dejected, rejected and tossed

Aside, like so many others

Trying to find a home

I once was broken

Now I’m mending

And though I’m not quite whole

I am no longer lost

Or drowning

I am not defeated

For I have found my home.

Thoughts

I haven’t written in ages

The words don’t seem to come

The ink has dried in my absence

Leaving blank, the pages of my soul

Night has blinded my hope

Lingering doubts

In corruption’s wake

I sit, illuminated

Bathed in the soft glow of procrastination

Each hour wasted,

Lost in transient space

Time, passes harshly

Jagged pieces crystallize

Piercing the soft shrouds of recollection

Draining memories, falling lightly upon the desk

I raise my fingers

Individual vessels, carrying the ideas of generations

Expressions

Divergent ideologies

Separate, but one

Voices echo in my ears

Etching drafts of communication

Communing in ancient union

Receiving and rejecting

The projections of life

Perceptions

Captured interpretations

Blurred individualism

Overriding basic humanity

Forgetting ourselves

Slipping into roles

Changing our dreams

Waking to truth

Shades of lessons

Remaining in the distance

Sleep fades…

Silent Bells

Silent bells ring over autumn fields
As fire alights in auburn skies
Gentle waves fall softly in the distance
Singing lullabies

Ancient forests crawl upon mountainside
Like emerald scars
Crimson leaves fall
A striking resemblance to Mars.

War and peace
Pieces of time
Words of faith
Comfort and rhyme

Rhythm of rivers
Rivers so deep
Waters falling
As giants weep

Night has fallen
Now you dream
Upon your face
Moonlight gleam.

Season’s Peace

Winter’s chill, Autumn’s bane.
Spun about in thread.
Stitched in evergreen mountainside
Binding seasons
Summer’s glare, Spring’s revival
Calling back from death
From time
Restored anew
Feathers held aloft by gentle air
Glide swiftly overhead
Falling
As flakes upon the clouds
Raining peace
Upon travelers traversing
Softly whispering a sweet song
Peace
Be Still
May your lives be a fanciful as dreams
And your dreams
A reality worth living.

Rosy Dreams

A frosted rose lies discarded upon the drifts
As spirits dance in the flurries.
Frozen lakes sport a settled thought.
One of grand origin and purpose.
Dense and unmovable by time it waits.
The flower has fallen against the tides of life
Shattered
Pieces fly and drift upon the wind
Seeking…
Their scent finds you restless
Brings you vision of winter wonder
Each a moment of beauty and peace.
You drift away as the scent descends
Alighting upon your rosy cheeks.
Lulling you
Calling you to rest
A rose
Dreaming once again.

Literary Silence

Words spoke in solemn sleep
In sweet slumber doth rest
With tears of sapphire weep
Fearing future dread

Hid beneath the darkness
We breathe our final breath
Singing with our sorrows
Failing to address

Silencing those that write
Infractions on our dreams
Reality as life
Tracing out our souls

Tearing from our fingers
Time.

Untitiled 3

There was once a glorious sunset
I didn’t tell her
There was this perfect time
I didn’t tell her
There was that one silence
I didn’t break it
We went on a walk
I didn’t tell her
We walked back home
I gave nothing away
She started to walk inside
I did stop her
I did look her in the eyes
Those chilling, wonderful pale blue eyes
I did tell her
We did dance in the rain
We did end up really cold
Yeah we did..
It was so worth it.