Drops of Fuchsia

A sojourn among the wildflowersis what my soul needsin regular doses,down low among the "weeds"where time does not stand still,but the world does,for nothing exists in the momentexcept for us, and no greater beauty can there bethan in the nonmanhandled,outside-the-garden-lines seedthat blooms so gracefully,silently defying, yet exuding pure peace;that peacetransfers into my essenceas I listen with my soulto the … Continue reading Drops of Fuchsia

Drifting

Blue skies seem sometimesbehind us too far,and when the oasis of nearness dissipates into illusionyet again, we dangerously tire,as the colors of hopefadelike sidewalk chalk in the rain,and we driftwithout careinto the storm. But as long as there areforks and bendsin the paths and roads,what-ifs and depends,Fate can only temporarily takehostages,for choice and circumstanceand weather will permitthe opportunitiesto change … Continue reading Drifting

Destinationless

Destination to nowhere,traversing on foot,no longer running away,just enjoying the non-route and what bloomsfrom roots wildly seededand the texturesof the seasonand infinite skiesever shape-shiftinglike my thoughtsand the way I get lostfar away in them.Dusk hushes.Frogs belt out.Alert for bearsand human predators, I turn toward homeand the portal of colorgradually closes.My feet return to pavement,having being loweredback to … Continue reading Destinationless

Tears Dry (With Audio)

tears drylike rain subsidesweather a part of naturedesigned with intentby our Creatorfeelings, emotions love and joydespair and heartacheall part of what deems us alivewould you trade it all infor numbness instead?if you already didwhat could bring you backfrom the breathing-dead?perhaps a lot of itcomes from our own doingand neglecthow many times we mustget in the … Continue reading Tears Dry (With Audio)

Unforecasted Rain

Rain and storms, natural parts of the cycle;why do I let them sometimes level me? Perhaps it's the blindsiding.What if I had a service to alertwhen my past in shallow puddles lurks?Tentacles too quickly encirclearound my ankle–down the rabbit holeagain. Yet even then,I know from experience, the falls are physicallyharmless. What's anotherpuncture in a woundunable to be … Continue reading Unforecasted Rain

Overlapping Storms

Choking on saltwater wavesthat relentlessly batter,you smile and assure meyou don't need the preserver.  You insist I take it,even though we both knowI am the better swimmer.  I pass it back. I can treadthese waterslonger.  We will alternate. Save your strength. You can give meintermittent breaks.  This is mydomain. Titan hears youpleadingmy name.  Mermaid fins are reinstated.I transfer themto you … Continue reading Overlapping Storms

Carry Me Awhile

Daydreams of our realitieshoney-coat my soulin ever-flowing, slow-motion dosescountering the draining quotidian as I give and give myself.  Your touch, your love,your whisper, your smilelive within me, alwayscarry me that last mile, strength liftedinto the arms of strength;faith amalgamatedwith faith,against the sunset,our silhouettesrefuse to fade, pure love's light,two hearts of white.Carry me home, love.I wish to … Continue reading Carry Me Awhile

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

Reflection Deception

What is it about nature's reflectionsthat draw us in and entrance us; just the optical illusion,or is there more to itbeneath the surface? I stand divided betweenwhat is and is not:truths entombed in deceptionsguarded by ghostly aspswith venomous tongues. One side, firm footing,the other, a gator-bait splash;demons and sirens playingshamelessly dirtierthe more questions I ask.  Round … Continue reading Reflection Deception