I look through the eyes of a child at times

seeing the good in so much around me,

I believe in the good of a day that wakes with the sun

and sets with the moon.

I sing a song through doubt and fear

words that never cease

because it is how I know I am alive.

I am touched by the emotion of unsaid words,

feeling the emptiness of an ocean of tears,

I speak to make sense of the discord between

and move into the peace of a midnight dream.

I wake with a knowing of what each day will bring

for I create and allow the beautiful things.

The words flow like quiet rivers

given birth from somewhere beyond,

and tomorrow will find me watching

and waiting for the morning light,

to whisper a golden hello-

welcome to another moment of life.

Pondering time and space and the creation of every little minute thing that goes into thought, action, feeling and the like. Waiting for a golden sun and endless time….but then again, aren’t we all.


Chasing rainbows

Dark skies threaten

Angry clouds hang low 

Seams split as glorious sun breaks through

Chasing rainbows it seems.

Moving forward to rise above

The storm gathering

I turn and close off the view

Of the darkness beyond,

Reaching within to find

A better moment than what always seems

Stormy weather.

Sleepless lay waiting, searching

In the threshold of lucid dreams

Knowing enough to let go.

Long days of eternity

Stretch out like lonely roads,

Needing to touch the light of color,

To leave the blank slate of blackness-

Chalk falls to the floor

Broken and crumbling under foot.

When nothing to say leaves a trace of dust

Impressions of a dying day

Emptied of its minutes

Spent at the five and dime

Touches of yesterday

Once more.

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Driving home from work yesterday, the darkest clouds of an approaching front, and a blinding sun in the rearview illuminating the various rainbows before me….no place to pull aside to get an image…..on a day not so spectacular, there is always something good to find somewhere….