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…
Tag: poetry
more on divine fate
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
same as always
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
standing still
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?
coffee
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.
forlorn sun
forlorn sun, so sick
of pining after the moon
refused to rise this morning
and all that was hidden within
shadow danced with delight
oh light! though i wait for your
warm glow to find me
i sit within darkness
hiding from those dangers
that linger just below
when all is night, what heart
can withstand the cold wind
as it blows through consciousness
with dampened hope
that the sun may rise again?
ground cover
disconnected energy,
blocked between,
stems words from heart-
cutting…
oh these beautiful flowers
now a bed of ground cover
for the dead-
how can roses that once smelled
so divine
become trampled upon the temple
floor of mind
such that there’s nothing left to
honor anymore?
lost words
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?
this flood
it always seems to rain
when i ready my heart
to open-
such pain that pours from
the sky
leveling my mind
washing away all thought
but that which lingers now
of memory….
and where am i?
waiting for the heavens to clear
and the flood to drain
from the surface of my soul;
for i am nothing if not
consistent in this drowning
from my own sorrow
souls and dust
can you still hear my
whispering through the folds of time
that separate souls
and dust?
this lingering memory
that calls my heart to you-
how it wanders through empty halls
silently calling your name…
and though I am but a speck
amidst eternity
perhaps you can feel me too-
and smile that one day we will
find ourselves joined
within that blue spiral of light
once again
the SIBYL'S SONG 