i remember so much from those
times when i just
got back
and my soul was thin
but strong
and i was shattered…pieces of me
thrown up on the floor
and left for later-
how i long to tell that me
that it would be okay,
that i would find peace
oh broken, broken me
sobbing in the corner, quietly-
hoping that i might find relief…
soul strength has nothing
on that which I find in myself-
for love in place of fear
receives ultimate forgiveness
I’m thinking of you
And wondering if you can feel my lips
Glance your neck,
My arms feel your back,
Am I dreaming, or what?
I can see your heart as I speak now
And there’s nothing that could hold
Me back from you
I feel you because I am inside you
Let me shine in your heart,
Now as we are apart, so you might come
To remember my scent
My soul’s soul
A friend from the stars
To earth
Guided by a pact made before
We arrived
To hold hearts
Interlocking love
You are mine
I am yours
How did this take so long to see?
Love is a word that does
Not do justice
To our fate
bound by elementals
And moonlight
My arm is yours for all this
Wandering life
The moon in her darkness
Sits steadfastly silent,
Caressing ocean’s might;
While her gossamer fingers
Reach ever so slightly
Towards horizon’s steep edge…
she glances my way
and smiles-
fate, this long legged
goddess that guides me,
saluting my path with
signposts of gold and green…
and when I feel lost upon
her winding trails
whispers from her soft voice
flow assuredly
that i’m right where I need to be…
oh friend, oh fate, you don’t leave!
and though I fear sometimes-
the subtleness with which you lead
grants me the peace
to keep moving forward
fate’s toothy grin
found me today
and smiled-
she was giggling at
how lost I believed to be,
and with one silent swish
of her long black hair
i was launched
back through myself
only to find my own energy
lingering there
same as always… same as always
here, in the spot a year later,
still pondering
who I am
and what I see when my
reflection smiles back-
and what is life? oh wicked me!
so much traveling to remain
yet back where I began…
when does this end?
answers still linger in the ether
above my sight
and the more I try to pull them down
the less I understand…
please why, does this treadmill
of enlightenment keep me moving
only to stand still?
it’s funny what goes through
the mind
laying here alone,
fan blades turning in the heat
of darkness,
and you’re already gone
yet i’m smelling coffee
as if you made it in the morning
for me before you left
and i think perhaps that
i’m imagining things
until I realize it’s a skunk outside-
who would have thought
that a skunk would smell
like coffee?
i guess i miss you.
lost to words trapped inside a flowing mind
there’s no where to go with these feelings
but through
and though the length of time to surpass
this pain is mighty
how can the a flower flourish without sun
or rain?
oh, the road is merciless, and the time
dear, and ideas that linger on the edges
of unmoving lips
are as pregnant as silence…
this journey, though walked slow,
is but a trip towards stars
that are yet unknown
so feet move, one by one, towards
a destiny sought by a higher road
visions of words tumble
from lips dribbling
onto an unkept floor-
sense is lost to the chaos
of falling
as the heart remains quietly
stoic…
where is the light that lit up
this doorway between
disparity?
where is hope that gives wings
to flight and
legs to growth?
oh should these lost visions
yet fall more?
what will become of words
that cannot sound anymore?
the SIBYL'S SONG 