babble softly.And streams sing tenderly.
I sent messages up stream,
Hoping one day you’d remember me.
Kneeling by the banks,
No sound, praying silently...
Kneeling by the bed,
No words, laughing violently.
Intoxicated by the rain,
And all of love’s tragic irony.
Ripples on the pond,
Reflect eternity inside of me.
While Deja vu says that you,
Reflect true love, and that’s in spite of me.
Water.
They say that water holds memory,
So I whisper to the raindrops,
Hoping one day you’ll remember me.
Wanted
Do you know what I need?
I’m beginning to think the answer is nothing.
But oh, these wants of mine...
I want glamorous sunsets and glorious sunflowers.
I want celestial connections and microscopic inspections of my words.
I want sacred spaces filled with sanctified silence.
I want lofty castles filled with light-hearted dragons.
I want lazy days and breathtakingly dark nights.
I want star-studded skies and beautifully blinding blast-offs.
I want spectacular spaceships headed for delicious destinations unknown.
I want fantastically flaming comets.
I want marvelous meteor showers.
I want fire.
I want rain.
I want earth.
I want space.
I want heaven on earth.
I want...
And want...
And want...
......Oh these wants of mine
Times Two
I dreamed of you before I knew you
Stowed away on a rocket ship, flew to you
Planted sunflower seeds in the moonlight, I grew you
That’s what this love is,
An inexplicable tangling and twisting of lives.
Alive in love.
Alive.
You were her,
Before I knew she was me.
I am you.
Both gardener and seed.
Master painter and masterpiece.
I am the sheep and the wolf wearing fleece.
The greatest and the least.
All of these, simultaneously.
All of this, inside of me.
Fibs (Haiku)
Anxiety lies
He tells me I will never_____
Then fills in the blank
Smell of Spring
Blossom for me baby.
Grow beautifully stranger and stronger,
With each rising sun.
Branch out with me baby.
Connect at the root,
Tangled vines assuring us of where to go.
Grow higher.
Dig deeper.
Breathe sweeter.
And before you know it...
You will bloom again.
We will gloriously bloom again.
No more tears.
Clear skies ahead baby.
We. Will. Bloom. Again
Bird Tale
He landed swiftly on a branch above,
And softly sang to me,
“Don’t fear progress.
Inhale. Exhale.
It’s all part of the process.
Everything you need will be supplied.
Your soul calls to freedom,
Like a beautiful bird heralding the rising sun.
Purpose greets the dawn.
Where love will always be your portion.
Don’t fear the seasons.
For every spring brings new life.
Every summer, sets your heart ablaze.
Every fall, strips away your soul’s heaviness.
And winter...
There’s always a winter.
But, don’t fear the cold.
Don’t fear the numbness.
Remember, nothing lasts forever.
It’s all cyclical. Biblical.
Temporary & spiritual.
Don’t fear change.
Don’t fear progress.
