Threading the needle

Moving in circles, in and out

threading the needle with words heard,

rhyme and reason and so many years passing us

as the skies swirl like frosting,

the icing on the cake

so sweet like the knowledge

of a friend listening.

I hear the song like a phonograph record

turning round on its table

as the needle finds its groove

so very smooth

and the tunes fill the mind

leaving the tired space of life behind

and we close our eyes losing ourselves

in the moment of peace.

Above all we ponder the amazing scene

of cutout pieces of planets and stars

and as she sits on the stairs

her head moves in time constant and steady

as she smiles remembering

the good times and the youth not too far behind,

in this song she is alive

her heart beats so strong and there is no other place

she needs to be

but sitting and waiting in the flow

of the now.

Journeys take us to strange and distant places

but we’re never so far behind

as to get caught up

in the blink of an eye

that still sees all

between the spaces of words,

He hears the belief

in higher things.

Beyond

We build the strength of resolve

drop by drop forming layers

rock hard yet still an opening lays waiting,

for what is beyond the thought

of the distant dreamer

only time will tell.

Beauty stands before us

as time marches on and a piece of now

gathers energy

as the rain falls changing form

and coldness sets in to find

creatures waiting for its passing.

I know the sun so intimately

as she rises daily to greet my eyes

and though I know no matter where you are

things can be quite different,

from what you see and what I see-

somewhere within me these words are formed

like sculptures on a page

weighing down the sentences

like ice forming in paradise,

unheard of it seems

yet in my mind it can always be

all I create and all I see in my mind,

looking from within to beyond the door

perceptions of a reality,

a path waiting to be trod upon,

a poem waiting to be made temporarily

before the wind washes its essence away

leaving nothing in its wake.