In Between the Rains

In between the rains,I collect the molecules of my soul,air-dropped from the heavens,clues gifted from angels. I peer into the crystalliquid balls of the beyond,not the future but the now,glimpses of the parallel worlds. Each minuscule evanescent orbthe only looking glass for me;the universe within,my naked eye squints to see. This water of life toocomposes … Continue reading In Between the Rains

Too Soon To Title

You can find me among the wildflowersin the golden light;this is one of the few things I knowabout where my soul resides.  You'll carry the scars;they make you who you are, but rarely will they remindof the battles you thought you lostwhen you slipped through that presumed eternal holeinside. He lies.  That's all you need to knowfor … Continue reading Too Soon To Title

Out of Season

Determined to counter the moody cloudsothers have been attempting to cast onto me,I choose to seek out the sun, spring-infuse myself,dip my soul into the fresh-blooming green, breathe in the revitalizing April air,let the warming rays seep in through my pores,absorbed more in the whole of the reborn panorama thanfocused on the details imploring to … Continue reading Out of Season

Everything Passes

everything passesthe good and the badtime keeps nudgingus forwardwith or withoutwhat we once hadwe can only carryso muchin a heart, in a mindsome things we cling totime tries to help usleave behind sometimes what westrive forsimply cannot bereachedglass dividessound and touchmirrors reflectincongruities for reasons we maynot be privy to for certain peoplemay only bemeant to … Continue reading Everything Passes

Clues & Pieces

Reinvention of the self,a mosaic,from pieces forgedand discovered–some to be polished,painted,others best withthe coatings ofdust and dirt. Have you found yourself?  I've been rethinking this concept lately. For me, I have never really been looking for myself but rather my home, that place where I feel completely welcome, where I am already accurately and wholly … Continue reading Clues & Pieces

Sea Dance

Barefoot atop the deep waters,white dress and wild tresses flowing,sunken-ship cemetery of the past beneath,I twirl in this present moment.  The sea is mineas my dance floor,and I skim across to my pick of shores;I explore, I vacation, not searching, just jubilationof losingworries and fears,exaltation of the lightnessof the lifting of those stormy years,each moment an eternityto … Continue reading Sea Dance

The Journey

The journey, they say, is in itself the key;I've been downevery wrong roadmultiple timesit seemed, but to surface, I wish I could say unscathed, with the treasure of mein this mirror now heldsacred,  I'm hesitant to lay blameon my past,for who I amwas definitely shapedby every shadowed,obstacle-strewnpath,  and the keythat ended up being mefits perfectlyinto the lockaround your heart;  I … Continue reading The Journey

Window Shells

Out of body, I float through time, hover unaccompanied, no ghost as guide; nonetheless, through windows I peer,Dickens-paned, layered veneers.Yet in them, in those moments, the mise-en-scènes are still amiss–a faraway look, a laugh insincere, a single, silent unwitnessed tear–not necessarily sad, just adrift; have I never settled into my prints?My soul, a gypsy, but wishing to barter–tent for cabin, … Continue reading Window Shells

The Tiller

Trust in the shadows;they are benevolent too, dimming the wrong waysso the beacon may shine through. Listen for the truth;it whispers faithfully through the gale.Turn your back to the blustery lies;the bitterest of winds best fill the sails. You don't need a mapfor an evacuation route;just follow the signsHe's already laid out. He knows all, … Continue reading The Tiller