Like water (a haiku)

We move through our lives

love is fluid like water

passion bathes our soul.

A scent of peace

I turn each yellowed page,

tattered and dog eared and loved by someone

I do not know

whose hands held this

and perhaps they too,

fell into the spell of words and stories

becoming at one

with the old leather

as they pieced through

perhaps finding themselves a part

of someones world

for just a little while.

The scent rises from the pages

yesterdays spent in unknown places

gathering dust on a shelf

and waiting for my fingers to pull it out

and open to find the magic

of a sentence that calls me

like a lovers whisper

a quiet plea to carry it away

to sit with it a spell

and breathe new life into the tired parchment,

to let if live once more in a mind

and perhaps to become a cherished piece

until I grow weary

or fade away into dust

and it once more will journey

into a tired shelf waiting a new touch,

wanting to be learned

to be heard

and loved once again.

Hanging beyond

Slipping between the clouds of another day

my thoughts move in colors blended

like thrift shop glass stacked

one upon another upon yet more

we piece through, examining each

looking for the perfect one

knowing somewhere it will be found

when least expected.

I slip into a place of peace

wandering aimlessly down aisles

merely listening to the chatter between

one wall and another

one form asking nothing of importance

then silence falls around me

where no one is there at all,

and I gaze about me

flipping through the pages of a tattered volume

lost in the words of another

and slipping it into my meager pile

happy for an unexpected find yet again.

The sun has slid away beyond the windows

and the air tame after days of wild winds,

clouds stacked like shelves above

and I stand here feeling as if a blanket has found me,

light and soft and perfectly colored

suited to the whimsical mood and emotion,

in this place I close the door gently behind me

with a bag in hand

I move forward to escape to the blue room

where my words will join the rest

sentences stacked upon each

eager for eyes to see

content to just be written.