Tag: dreaming
sandy shores
Soothing blue embrace
reaches out like waves upon a beach
caressing all those sandy parts of me;
I linger with your salty water
covering my hidden places,
calming my energy-
And when tide pulls back to sea
I don’t long for your touch
because you’ve left parts of yourself,
shells and stones and kelp,
Upon my sandy shores
dawn
It’s not yet dawn and
my dog is softly snoring on my leg.
My eyes try to rest
but these thoughts of you
that run wild within my heart
linger loudly round me;
It’s dissonance to my soul
and allows my heart no peace-
Love knows no time and cares not
for respite or release;
So I hover now between, wondering,
what I could have done differently…
A plague of the heart as dark as
the night outside my window-
My only consolation is that I know
by the songbirds that dawn is near
darkened harkening
oh to wish the quiet of my soul
be louder than the chatter
of my mind
yet i fall behind
always looking for that which
avoids me
missing the larger view
such that i annoy me
a longing for what I
cannot say
I strive to find a lifetime of answers
in a single day
what shortcuts can i take?
I repeal myself
as my eyes look towards
an eternal sky and i know
that I will not find that
in which i search
until i delve away from my waking mind
and into the depths of the
darkened harkening that
silently awaits me
quicksand of quick fix
I walked a tilted floor
Trying to get back to you
But I just kept slipping
Away
The ground beneath my feet
Slanted and sliding
Ever moving and unsure
Wasted me
A quicksand of quick fix,
Not withstanding pain,
Lingers yet as prison
Upon my brain
And I wait for your heart to capture
Me as I fall away
As proof that you’re still true
To a soul that’s enflamed
basement of hidden truth
Bobcat crawled out of the
basement of my dream
Hung onto the top stair
pleading with me.
I shut the door
Swore, and urged him to go away
What he was showing…
I just couldn’t let myself say
So I woke up with a pain
In my breast, beating chest,
And regret for things that
That lay hidden between
There’s truly no letting go
When things are left
To linger just below-
The basement of hidden truth…
kiss
What is a kiss but lips
Touching
In an unexpressed language
Soulfully wordless
And yet more…
Pages of unresolved emotion
Bound between two sets of
Skin; linked by heartfelt
Synchronicities of joy and pain
I long for your lips to reach
That place within me
That hovers within darkness
And liberate my spirit
Your carefully placed longing
Accepted into my being
Would be such fresh spring
To a releasing ache.
songbirds
There’s another bird
That made a nest at my house
She sits in the wreath on my porch
And waits
Quietly I wonder why these
Sweet songbirds find me
And nestle so into my heart
And home.
Perhaps nature’s sweet way
Of reminding me that melody
Can hold sway of spirit
And lighten the load
Would that I could sing as such
With wordless thoughts-
That cannot be understood
But by the heart.
what is this?
What is this hold upon my heart
that keeps me tied upon this throne
of the past?
What creates within me this desire
to remain steadfast
even in the face of logic?
What is it about you, dear one,
that locks my feet in place
refusing to move away from you?
I long to know your secrets, and what
you could possibly have to bind me
so to your spirit…
I will linger here, but a while longer,
in hopes that all will be revealed
and clarity show me the way.
If not for this ringing in my ear and
the longing in my heart
I would not understand a thing
black wings
~black wings~
I saw black wings
Flying towards me
And green grass falling
Your touch reached me
And comforted my soul
Taking darkness and turning
It light… flashes of purple
Sing now to me
As I settle into the cushion
And give myself over
the SIBYL'S SONG 