Lourdes

Soft pastels seep
into the canvas
Lines blur at 
the edges
Tenderness writ
through color

Home Is No Destination

You imagine yourself back in a memory
A place you were at peace
Ask yourself
                     Where can peace be found?
You believe it to be a destination
A place that must be traveled to
This answer is close
Though not entirely correct
When you close your eyes
I'm going to ask you
to breathe in and out steadily
Focus solely on this
There will be thoughts chattering
But they will peel away
Until gradually even your voice
Will grow quiet
This is where you should be
The lives so many of us lead
overflow with distraction
Steady yourself against this
Go home in silence
Listen to the night
Sit and breathe
Close your eyes

If not for darkness
How would we know the dawn?

peaceful dawn of day
waiting for the peal of bells 
to call the faithful

Don't ever believe your youth 

to be everlasting. 

Our Love

Our love was

      slippery moonlight

fallen upon 

       the floor

Movement

Tired and sleepless
Awake and numb
Days of struggle
Nights of passion
Breathing
Survival instinct
Dreams compel you
Momentum and motion
Right foot Left foot
Keep moving
Keep breathing
Boil everything down
To essential essence

This Gift

Consciousness is such a strange gift
to have bestowed upon us

It often goes by unnoticed for many years

The day comes
                         and it always does
that we become aware of it

To be alive and to be
                                  aware
of this world

to know life and to know the finite
reality of the present

                                 acceptance

Beautiful
                As beautiful as any sight
in our natural world

Facing morning light 
Eyes open into a squint
Light won't be denied

Making promises
How easily we do this
Much harder to keep 

Hands glide over keys
Your feet picking up the beat
Fingers plucking notes

Children of Alice
Voices speaking together
Do this all for her

Aging in reverse
Watching time become undone
Birth is the new death

Resemble meaning
Order these words into sense
Do you understand

Empty are your hands
Hammer without a master
Come together now

A Reason to Smile
A Reason to Live

Gift

What beautiful thing 
do you wish to let go of today?
Gift something to this world.
Free yourself of one more care.
Give back to this place
Which has given you everything.

Through the Fields

If your voice could be found
Would you wish to do so?
Have you grown so used to
And content without it
That it is no long necessary?
To live without speaking
Is to live and always listen.
You dreamt of driving the fields
of the country last night.
Cruising along in an old convertible-
Hair tousled by the wind.
You could hear the sound
Of your own laughter
As you raised a hand
Into the air.
You knew you could speak
But you did not
To keep the moment pure.

Beat moves along slow
How long will you follow it
As long as you move

Water kissing sand
The beach is never lonely
Always together

Birds of morning call
To one another they speak
Do you understand

Tired eyes open
Thoughts drift in and out of view
Squinting in the light 

How is desire found
Warmly and suddenly now
Wet kiss of our lips 

Seeping through the blinds
Morning touches skin softly
Her body warms you

Temper
Balance 
To place ourselves
in control
and moderation
To indulge
but not to excess
To be passionate
but restrained
To love fully
but wisely

"I've got to keep control." - Worker Bee, 'Cold Rats'

The purpose to life, if there can be said to be one,
is to become more fully yourself as the years go by.

Door of Morning

fields of morning beckon
from your bed you rise
do not look for me here
open the door
though the grass I've run
beneathe the canopy of trees
I'll be there waiting
bathing in life 

A Sea of Sunken Stars.

Listening

Finding himself unable to sleep he decided
to stay up as late as he could.
He opened his window and listened
to the still of night. At one point
he heard a sound that could have been
two people making love.
Listening to the world while others slept
he felt as though he had accidentally
stumbled into a great truth.
The greatness of this truth was quiet
and sought to bring no attention to itself.
It was content to simply be.
He began to yawn and feel fatigued
but he had no interest in sleeping.
He wished to sit in stillness
as the world around him dreamed
of things that would be forgotten
once the sun shone and life resumed.
The lateness of the hour burned into him
as he saw its red eyes raw and feral.
He decided to close his eyes and listen.
He listened and listened until at last
He listened to life in another world.

7 Haiku for a Saturday Morning

where are the words now
in your hands and in your tongue
they seek to be heard

remember your words
no more broken promises
start to live again

wetness of the rain
reminder of memories
touching your brown hair

a home by the sea
often we talked about this
two of us at peace

words know what to say
if you wish to give them life
immortality

alone in your room
music plays in the morning
quiet and peaceful

bland sadness of words
is the page speaking to you
listen to it's truth

Dancing by yourself in your room
Waiting for the rain
Beat moves through the air
Voices fill the morning
Move your feet
Do not stay still
Rain will fall
Pitter patter rhythm
Is coming back again

Once Upon A Time

Life is growing stronger
day by day
in her womb.
Her daughter is learning
the sound of music
through the steady beat
of her mother's heart.

Once upon a time
is such a beautiful way
to start stories for children.
To tell tales of courage
and strength, of fear
and overcoming obstacles.
Once upon a time
is another way to think
of memories
and moments past,
of chance and presents
relegated to ifs.

To love truly
we must sacrifice
and let go of things
once desired.
We must let our
hearts and wisdom
strive for more than
mere fulfillment of
our own desires.

Little girl,
growing by the day,
stronger and stronger,
I hope to meet you
someday. Maybe
before then
your mother will
have told you
about an old friend.

You'll be happier when 
you're not so sad.