The quiet place between then and now
where silence hangs heavy yet so light,
in this place where I breathe the darkness
through the pale shine of a coming day-
giving thanks for little things
as flowers die to scent the air
lavender essence to soothe the mind.
Memories play games through dreams at night
anger meets love and we watch the play
stage set and words fly through the air
daggers thrust into emptiness
for you can not kill such beautiful things
as love and laughter will move forward
gently taking the piece to create peace,
we watch spellbound wondering where it leads,
this image that flips past quicker than space
and time meanders like a flowing river
as we drift into new images
the scent of spring things and yesterdays
and the songs that play in the jukebox of our heads
liven the atmosphere with rhythm,
sun rises to greet through white shades drawn,
and the dream slips away into the memory store,
catalogued and chronicled for later thought
and the feet walk bare on grains of sand
yet we think of salt and the feel of the earth
stretched out and moving below us
languid in itself,
it does only what it knows how to do,
from its birth till the end of time
pulled in the gravity of a thousand moments
of star dust and planets we know will be,
though not quite seen,
just a speck like the sea salt and sand,
as we settle in with our cup of wakefulness,
we honor the moments
for the gifts they bestow.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 